Siena
Siena, so magical, so timeless …
One night, I watched the sun set inIl Campo the grand piazza
At first, the sky was truly bluethe bluest of blue
as it lay like a dome covering the square
Then, it turned a sapphire blue
with one lone bright star
framed by the red brick palaces
that lined the courtyard
Meanwhile, people strolled the piazza with ice creams
and a beautiful little boy named Matia with big brown eyes
ran around the piazza while his mother chased him
Whilst the sky turned the most navy of blue
as it hovered above like a dome over the rust
and then the night turned blackest of blueand so left the starIn Siena, time seems to stand still
Small narrow cobblestone streets
that twist and turn
go up a hill, down a hill
to end at courtyard cafes filled with flowers
Against walls and on stairs
young artists abound
drawing their dreams
One night, I watched the sun set inIl Campo the grand piazza
At first, the sky was truly bluethe bluest of blue
as it lay like a dome covering the square
Then, it turned a sapphire blue
with one lone bright star
framed by the red brick palaces
that lined the courtyard
Meanwhile, people strolled the piazza with ice creams
and a beautiful little boy named Matia with big brown eyes
ran around the piazza while his mother chased him
Whilst the sky turned the most navy of blue
as it hovered above like a dome over the rust
and then the night turned blackest of blueand so left the starIn Siena, time seems to stand still
Small narrow cobblestone streets
that twist and turn
go up a hill, down a hill
to end at courtyard cafes filled with flowers
Against walls and on stairs
young artists abound
drawing their dreams
