Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock,
A wandering shadow encompasses the metropolis.
The full moon, at its apogee, slowly being tilted towards the horizon: the end.
Cloaked by the ever-reaching darkness of night's grasp,
the metropolis and its gaudy skyscrapers descend into an oceanic abyss: slumber.
No rustle in the trees or flapping in the air; slumber's booming echoes spread throughout the city,
Silence rules the metropolis, roaming through alleys, pervading the roots and branches of tree, staining the transparent lakes.
The deafening darkness blinding silence lingers.
Life was paused, at the unceasing abrasion between a torrent and slumber,
Caused a thunderous roar, smashing the fragile glass of darkness, from above the clouds; the celestial beings wanted to play.
Light's locomotive slowly rolled along, as darkness was swept out of the tiniest crevices of the metropolis.
Colours slowly tugged at each other as the translucent, ethereal dome turned into light-pink cotton candy, bringing forth a chilly air, from afar, beyond time and it's toys, an air from within our walls,
a crisp air, bearing the fragrance of freshly harvested memories.
Colours tug at each other again, as the dome turns green and signals the cessation of silence's reign,
familiar, eternal and golden rays return, again, to greet glacial rivers, emerald encrusted trees and gaudy skyscrapers with euphoric warmth.
Toys are discarded, when the fiery celestial body, following the thunderous roar, scurries out of the horizon and levitates in mid-air, to watch and bestow the marble with divine showers of light.
The gaudy automobiles have awakened, and ply the once-slumber and darkness-ruled roads, like ants on an ant-trail.
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.
Aryan Shafat studies in grade nine, Scholastica School, Dhaka