A ray of the rising sun,
glints across the red paint of the crummy car,
in tune with the trilling of the sparrows,
and the quiet crunch of a schoolchild's step,
He drags himself sleepily,
Over and over the empty parking lot,
on his way to a corner and a bus stop,
Not thinking - but doing as his mother told,
A distant tower tolls its bell to the coming hour,
the dark-skinned child squints and shifts into the buildings shadow,
and there he waits hiding in the darkness,
for the arrival of a faded yellow school bus.
Your quite the creative mind arent you ^^