The twinkle of the eye
A spark of energy
Shimmers dazzlingly
Never to die.

It dances slowly,
As if on a stage,
Prancing with its reflection
Off the Thames.

The Thames waves
To the sleeping houses,
Flowing to the song
Of London city.

The houses of parliament gaze half asleep:
Keeping guard over its home city
Protecting its territory.

The Westminster bridge
Sits patiently watching,
scanning the horizon for ships.

The city of London is waking,
Yawning into the day.
The sun is rising from its slumber,
And dawn is slowly breaking.