"Toronto"

Honking cars, the songbirds of the city;

Off they go, drowning the street beggar’s wails of desperation.

It’s cold---this could be a wintry Armageddon.

The sky begins to shed off its drapes, unleashing the Great Morning Star.

Down below, coffee-scents infiltrate the city,

Announcing the start of a new day, a new beginning.

Masses heave along the streets,

And I see all types of skin colors basking in the morning light.

The whole world must be gathered today, in celebration of dawn.

There goes the guitarist by Queen and Yonge,

Playing a song for humanity, the anthem of our existence

An ode, to salute the great city of Toronto.