Fluorescent lights spark false day into night.
Organized turmoil all people know.
Against sleep, city continues its fight.
In busy streets, yellow cabs overflow.
A haven of nature sprouts in its core.
Lighthearted picnics on green hill's high crest.
A spot of respite for the rich and poor.
Golden days of love and summer's best.
Metallic blocks stretched from ground to heaven.
Tears and memories stretch to those above.
Glowing waterfalls cry, "Nine-eleven."
All pieces replaced are pieces of love.
       Here, the city never succumbs to sleep.
       My love for it, down in my heart, runs deep.