All I can see are buildings;
Some are big and some are small.
A lot of them are crooked, why?
And, of course, so many of them are tall.
From where I stand,
I'd like to count just how many buildings are spread out before me,
But I doubt I ever could!
I can have more luck counting the trees!
I see three and a little green.
There is a rollercoaster to my side
And a dark grey building 14 storeys high.
All the colours are bland,
Like beige and brown and sand
With a little bit of red,
Showing the Post Office of Japan.
Now, it is dusk, but not quite dark,
The lights haven't come on yet,
For it's barely 7 o'clock.
One by one, they will shine until they light up the sky
And remind me that I live in the city
Where the magic never dies.
© Leonora Sophie 2009