Shima has written this lovely poem as part of writing extension.

By day the City

Is a monotonous anthill

Of grey

Unremarkable faces

Unremarkable places

Filth, pollution, and black pavement reside

The relentless movement of traffic

On worn black roads

The hum of engines

The chatter of everyday people

The city is never silent.

The sun slowly sinks

Creeping lower and lower

The sky turning into a conflagration of

Dusty rose red

Coral orange

Grape-flavoured purple

And candy-floss pink.

The colours spread like a bloodstain on paper

Swirling and turning darker and darker

The sun halfway below the horizon

The city quietens down

Then silence.

It is night.

The darkness cloaks the city

Hiding the imperfections.

If you were to drive by

You would see the smouldering embers of a city

Like the ruins of a fire

The glittering, spread eagled

Queen of the South

Like a galaxy on earth

Winding through valleys

Sprawled over hillsides

Every house a twinkling star.

The sky is a royal, rich blue above

And the air is cool and fresh.

A light breeze blows

But the night is still.

The sky turns lighter and lighter.

The twinkling stars, on earth and above, slowly fade.

Colours flood the landscape like a tidal wave.

And the world returns like nothing ever happened.