It was a walking city, a-buzz with the morning crowd Running to get their coffee, and sit with their thoughts before the sun could bring what was loud; This was a new crowd to me, I was more used to noon But something about this time, it didn’t feel out of tune Not the way waking up at twelve felt This five o’ clock wave had quite a few notches under its belt A grandpa and granddaughter with easels in tow Lovers with hot chocolate in hand saying “how I love you so” It was peaceful and calm, but still a busy city I never understood how a dark morning could be so pretty I think I am starting to get it now, I really do I think this is a city, I’d want to share with you I have walked quite a bit now, and the sun is starting to smile And with it comes more people, but a different type of crowd Loud and stressed and busy as bees Lover I am thankful for what one in a dark morning sees