The Cityscape Poem by Tony Adah

The cityscape blooms
With tall big trees swaying
In the gentle breeze on both sides
Of the street;
At evening time, the street lights
Pour some moony gleams on the tree leaves.
The street is long
A splendid avenue riding to the foot of the hills
The mountain is a door
And it closes there.
There are yellow bins by the street
The eaters of the street's wastes
And that's why it is clean
Quiet and calm;
There are no inhabitants to be found
The day is gone
And the cityscape blooms in silence
Waiting for tomorrow.