The sunrise of life; the coming of days
Dew has come, yet it will not stay
Rustling of life that will now start
Darkness is rising, it will soon part
Murmurs and growls of suburban life
Interacting with nature, causing strife
Gray of developing contrasting sharply
Trying to conquer the skies that are mighty
Doll face women pour their orange juice
They pretend to be sophisticated, but they're just obtuse
Jarring coiffures of bricks and stone
For their sins they shall atone
Bars of light shine through bushes and windows
All remembering what they had to do on yesterday's tomorrows
Car growls compete with the silence of Nature
Knocking all from their previous rapture
The fight for the land had begun
But until then, shall we enjoy the dawn?
