Street Lights Poem by William Cheesman

The wet floor shines, amplifying the atmosphere
The cause of this light we pass as if it where  never here
It's energy shines through rain, sun or fog 
It keeps us safe, guides us better than a guide dog
Keeps you away from danger, keeps danger away from you
If it weren't for it no one knows what you'd have been though
Not to mention its everlasting beauty 
Little suns, lighting the way easily
There so simple yet so cleaver 
And even as we speak they keep on getting better.