Earth has not anything to show more magnificent,
The beauty of the morning
Rises over the dormant people,
As London yawns and streches for a new day
Whilst the river glideth at his own sweet will.
The buildings like faint shadows,
Fade into the horizon.
The clouds hold its delightfulness to their hearts.
The River Thames reflects the distant birds,
Flying high in the sky.
The sun shines against the puddles on the ground,
Lighting up the entire city
Like a torch in a black room,
Whilst the people come out from their houses and,
Start a new day.
By E.W.