Morning air cold as ice,

Shivering all bundled up

As the bus gets fuller.

Trees all around

What a beautiful thing.

Early in the morning,

Tired, yawning

and some people

sleeping in the streets.

People all around,

Now we're passing a Youth Centre,

No one is playing,

most in school,

some running the streets.

New buildings being built,

rent too high,

most people can't afford the condos.

Babies all around,

Smiling with lots of emotion,

As their eyes close,

dreams come about.

Summer days are here,

Kids on the playground,

Such a beautiful site,

Beaches become full,

Sun is brightly shining in the blue sky,

Birds singing,

Listening to kids read,

Teachers teaching little minds

the way of life.