Bruno Major
Sunlight dances off the leaves,
Birds of red, colour the trees,
Flowers filled with buzzing bees,
In places we won't walk.
Neon lights shine bold and bright,
Buildings grow at dizzying heights,
People come alive at night,
In places we won't walk.
Children cry and laugh and play,
Slowly hair will turn to grey,
We will smile to end each day,
In places we won't walk.
Family look on in awe,
Petals decorate the floor,
Waves gently stroke the shore,
In places we won't walk.
Children cry and laugh and play,
Slowly hair will turn to grey,
We will smile to end each day,
In places we won't walk.