It was not the usual good morning songs on channel V that woke me.
It was not my friends getting ready for their morning walk that woke me.
The wailing of a police car or was it an ambulance or a fire engine...
Whatever it was, the noise woke me up as i tossed and turned on a bed that was too cosy and too fluffy for my liking.
I flicked aside the curtains to gaze at a sky that was still hazy from the receding darkness and sleep of yester night.Towering apartments and office buildings, scintillating signboards slowly fading in the morning light...
Vehicles like matchbox replicas, speeding down the highway...
The Sydney Harbour Bridge at a distance...
The Opera house playing hide and seek from behind a concrete tower. A man made jungle...
Then I saw the sun in a concrete horizon, between two towering buildings...
Rising with a smile, reflecting the warmth and hope of a brand new day…
In that moment, stuck in a concrete jungle, I saw the grace of nature blending with the towering dreams of mankind
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