Theres something strange
in the air,
Its young and new
Unwise, unkept.
It knows only its short
life but that life it knows so well
Theres something strange
in the air,
It is old and happy
Wise, secure
For all its years of work
and growth reamins only growth and
memories
Theres something strange
in the air,
It is hope,
It is memories (now and
later)
It can never see that which
hurts it,
It is growth.
It is life.