In the Middle of Paris

Silent Dogwood

Here she stands in all her glory, 

Her eyes reflecting the cities bright lights.

The city of culture, 

The city of romance, 

The city of love, 

Here in the middle of Paris.

 

As Mother Nature paints the beginning of dawn, 

Brushing the crimson sun from nature’s pallete.

She’s like a beacon of light over the blushed morning sky, 

Spreading her shadow across ‘la Seine’.

Here in the middle of Paris.

 

The Notre Dame and Lourve jealously watch on.

As tourists flock from all directions.

Getting their memorable moments captured, 

Clambering up her old tired limbs.

Here in the middle of Paris.

 

As evening wears on, the twisted metal sighs deeply, 

Her tall pinnacle protrudes through the clouds, 

As a guiding light for heaven above.

The birds waft lazily onto her rails, 

They are the children of the sky.

Here in the middle of Paris. 

 

Then energetically as dawn finally closes, 

Shimmering lights sparkle up her majestic side.

The twinkle of globes, the shower of sparkles, 

Casted over the quiet sleeping city.

Here in the middle of Paris.

 

The Eiffel stops flashing and slips into a slumber, 

Undisturbed by the cities low hum.

The city of culture, 

The city of romance, 

The city of love, 

Here in the middle of Paris.


Main Location:

Paris, France