Analysis of The transition.

I was standing on a
towering high building in the city.
It was twilight.
The day was approaching
The night was disappearing.

I could see red glow in the sky.
I could hear the chirpings of early birds.
I was mesmerised.
The city was waking.
The last shadow of the night was fading.

I realised the transition.
Nothing is permanent.
When one world is waiting to die.
Another world is ushering new life.