L A In the Morning
The sun never ceases to blossom here
Right where I stand
On the lofty heights of Ladera
Like biblical Moses
Watching the promised land
I love to observe the sun at dawn
Building patterns of golden rays
Like a rainbow
Cascading from heights of Ladera
To the fountains of Fox Hills
City of the rising sun
Masks of different planets
Black, brown, white, yellow
In a rainbowlike pattern
The fresh smell of the poor and rich
Rolling across in their towncars and Oldsmobiles
Land of hope, City of Angels
L.A. is God's gift to mankind!
Copyright © Harry Biosah | Year Posted 2019
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