The streets lay silent, devoid of sound,
The city slumbers, in night’s deep shroud,
In the early hours, before the sun’s first peep,
The world is still, as if in peaceful sleep.
No honking horns or bustling crowd,
Just the gentle rustle of leaves, so proud,
The city’s heartbeat a gentle hum,
In these early hours, the world is overcome.
The neon lights flicker, their glow serene,
Casting shadows on the streets so clean,
A deserted city street, a tranquil sight,
In the dawn’s embrace, everything feels right.
The cool breeze whispers a lullaby,
In the silent streets, under the vast sky,
The city sleeps, its pulse slowed down,
In the peaceful quietude, without a frown.