In the night
a child is born
Reaching
For the smoggy skies
And though her hopes
Cannot be torn
The only stars
Dwell in her eyes

In their crib
A baby dreams
Of autumn maples
Sunset red
And though the crimson
Color beams
The tree exists
In just their head

In the park
The children call
To the ghosts
Of long lost flowers
And though their voices sing
To them all,
Nature has already lost
Its powers

For in the night
A child is born
Reaching
For the smoggy skies
And yes, her hope
Will not be torn
For our children
Will someday
Arise