The canvas of a summer’s evening
Burning crimsons, golden bright
Sweet embers of this day
Singing with life, alive alive!
While suited ants scurry beneath
The shadow of concrete canopies
Look up, it cries, today I thrive
But how can I, they reply
I am blind in the foliage of the city
Deaf to the rhythm of the sky.
Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 5:08 PM UTC
The canvas of a summer’s evening
Burning crimsons, golden bright
Sweet embers of this day
Singing with life, alive alive!
While suited ants scurry beneath
The shadow of concrete canopies
Look up, it cries, today I thrive
But how can I, they reply
I am blind in the foliage of the city
Deaf to the rhythm of the sky.
