Beachside Dawn

In a world of concrete and steel,
A lone half-sedan doth repose, 
Amidst the urban ballet’s grand reveal,
Where metallic rings and signage poles impose.
Whence I cast mine eyes, behold! An aged fire hydrant,
Whispering tales of time, as if a sage of old,
Rust, like a tapestry, adorns its bolts with grace,
An emblem of endurance, steadfast in its place.
Above, a canvas of misty hues,
Greyish-blue and vibrant orange fuse,
Creating a dreamscape, ethereal and rare,
Where reality and fantasy intertwine in the air.
Within a radiant halo of orange hue,
The sun, like a babe cradled, shines anew.
Its oblique stream of photons, a celestial art,
Descends upon the earth, igniting every part.
In the bustling city’s tapestry, behold,
A solitary wooden post, it does unfold.
With magnetism, it draws the eye’s gaze,
A focal point, amidst the urban maze.
Converging forces, like rivers to the sea,
They gather, entwined, in harmonious decree.
Zoomed-in, solar energy radiates, a majestic sight,
Commanding attention, with all its might.
Amidst the mundane, it claims its throne,
A beacon of intrigue, to all unknown.
In this urban symphony, it takes the lead,
A humble circle, yet quite a poet. 
In this enchanting tableau, 
The ordinary, the ethereal, both intertwined,
Birth a mesmerizing display of obscurity and luminescence.