The day slowly stirs, glistening from the rain of yesternights storm
All is silent and not even the birds seem to disturb the morning
The usual sounds of the city, silent, no motor cars
Not the arguing agreement of neighbours
But the cries of child like delight are there
Whistles and crackers, tom toms and bicycle bells
Even the far off shadows of armoured frontiers seem softened.
Then a silence – a silence in which the decision to make coffee, pick up a book or
even do nothing doesn’t seem of importance at all.
Bicycle bells ring a ring, ring a ring ring ring
A child has a birthday today
And says hello! to the world.