A Quiet City

The city wakes before the world can see,
In whispered shades of dawn's tranquility.
Empty streets stretch beneath a silver sky,
While sleepless stars prepare to say goodbye.

Soft amber lights still linger on the road,
Guarding corners where yesterday once flowed.
No engines roar, no hurried footsteps race,
Only silence moving gently through the space.

Storefront windows glow with a muted gleam,
As if the city drifts within a dream.
The traffic lights change colors just the same,
Though no one passes by to play the game.

A distant breeze threads softly through the trees,
Carrying calm on its unhurried seas.
The buildings stand like giants at their rest,
Wrapped in the quiet morning loves the best.

And in this hush, the city's beauty shows,
Not in the crowds, but in the peace it knows.
For hidden in the silence of the day,
Its soul emerges softly, unafraid.