The City Sleeps
another one by Gerald Speers

Soft shadows of night
the still air breathes
the sound of the city
no wind in the trees

The hum of the land
moving quite slow
ready to exhale
ready to blow

But with no sun on the ground
the city just sleeps
but sprung like a snake
playing for keeps

As a new day approaches
the land becomes warm
slowly moving its breath
creating a storm

The new day rolls out
the city awakes
sunlight invades
upping the stakes

It has now come time
for the city to breathe
will it exhale like an athlete
or cough and wheeze

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