You are a city
during Christmas time
full of life and light
love like a blanket of snow
You are a city
in the Spring time
when the sun rises
over the river
painting the skyline with embers
You are a city
when the leaves change
and even after the birds fly south
the sound of you singing
makes us forget them
You are a city
on a Summer night
sitting on the back porch
watching the fireflies
as they mimic the stars
You are a city in which buildings
only grow taller
You are a city
which I would like to call home