i look out in the clear crisp air
tinged with salmon glow
a dawning day left in care
of humankind below

woodpigeon visits the balcony
surveying hills' surround
soft contours of grass 'n stony
slopes of ****** ground

then, as one, arise discordant
blocks of grey concrete,
archipelago o' sordid, mordant
ash skeletons incomplete

silhouetted 'gainst gold 'n violet
contrapuntal heavy metal
harsh line of thematic islet
bars 'n blocks for man's settle

slowly skins 'n drapes develop
hewed from mountain's guts
ivoried sandy sheaths envelop
smothering man-made ruts

doors 'n windows, streets 'n cars,
smoke o' gas, light pollution,
blinding sight from sighing stars,
binding man from absolution

but as day breaks her vow of silence
children's voices drift in song,
song of infants, of reliance,
song of learning right from wrong

and with that song of angel's vapour,
with their tune and refrain,
choired cappella of babies' pure
laugh and cry paints grey terrain

in soft hues of rainbow colour
spreading warmth and healing
pink pastel to earth's pallor,
musical waves of feeling

with His baton, smiles Conductor,
hands upraised in swift tempo,
with His eyes, Master constructor,
signals world to 'onward go'.