Sunrise on a Tuesday morning.
September winds begin to settle.
Someones' mother, someone's father began their working day.
Do you think they could have stopped for another coffee?
Or paused for another minute of sleep?
Did you see the the planes make their final approach?
From your window, could you avoid the view?
Someone's daughter, someone's son was working today.
Those below, desperately rushed to safety,
Those above, sadly looked on in dispair.
Night falls on a Tuesday evening.
Cool September winds begins to settle in.
Someone's sister, someone's brother, no more work from this day.
On a Pacific Isle, day comes to it's final hours,
But it is elsewhere where the sun was setting.
