The city shines with the light of a thousand rays of sunshine
And its nights just as glorious
Children reaching on their tiptoes, the skyscrapers stretch for the stars
The city bustles with a million little lives
which just as a fire dies,
Are snuffed out by an unkind god
The bird observes this with detached melancholy
From his place in the gruesome sunset
At once wishing for what they have, envious
And solemn of their many failures
Though many of their own fault
From so high, their existence is acknowledged only by specks on the horizon
And it is easy to lose yourself searching the stars
The moon regards him with disdain
And has taken to appearing only as a lonely frown
Sighing with disapproval
At the world