In the morning,likened to a graveyard
Filled with the different genders
Compiling the exhaust of the previous days
And opening forth their stalls to welcome wealth
With the hopes and aspirations of a bright sun

At noon,the cloud changes face
The sun brightens up along sides various face
And stone-cold others look
There is a notice of sand before some stalls
Whereas d frontage of some shine like broken China

The various expectations arouse when the sun kisses the earth goodbye
Humans in suits and wrappers rush in deciding on which stalls they will like to stand in
There is awakening of dust and noise likened to that of an unserviced generator
Currencies counted and exchanged for goods and services
And the people are happy

Then the moon decides to chase the people away
it opens way to darkness
Whilst some people are still in the process of transactions
Majority re-arrange their stalls,locking it to safeguard their products
And kiss the earth of their wealth garden a blissful Good night.