As slowly as the river’s flow.

As slowly as the tree’s grow.

Brightly shines the stars at night.

As graceful as an eagles flight.

Morning dew across meadows lay.

Where flowers bloom and children play.

Where the birds sing and lovers kiss.

Happiness flourishes, in a place like this.

Where humans frequent on Sunday noon.

Where most find peace and forget their gloom,

Of the week ahead and what it may hold.

High flyers in the city. Buy! Sell! Sold!

As speeding as the traffic flows.

As furious as the tempers grow.

Brightly shines the city lights.

As graceful lawyers, defend client’s rights.

Morning smog across buildings lay.

Where deals are done night and day.

Where night clubs heave and strangers kiss.

Where corruption flourishes, in place’s like this.

Where most do frequent at the end of their day.

To drowned in drink their troubles away.

City life so impersonal, methodical and dark.Where clocks ‘tick, tock’ towards Sundays in the park.

Cementing materials, the bed on which things rest.

Quantities and symbols, is life real or just a test?

Living in a high tech world, data and silicon chips.

Natural evolution? Or computerisation? Which one is your matrix?

(Photography by 'Free Stock')