Staring out the window
Of my humble abode,
The passing lights glow,
Slowly they passed, slowly to and fro.

The huge palms dance
Slightly in the breeze,
They put me in a trance,
Slowly they swayed, slowly the trees.

The fan ever whirring
Deep in the night,
No one in the house is stirring
Slowly it came, slowly the morning light.