Paper lanterns stir the night
Their ember circles lean to light;
Red leaves flicker lanterns grin
Two fires speaking from within
We trade our stories face to face
And kindle trust in common space;
A festival without a stage
Where listening turns another page
The maple says with trembling hand:
Protect the warmth you understand;
Small circles heal a crowded year
When voices welcome hearts draw near
We sign the dark with gentle flame
Not miracle yet not the same;
The street regains a tender hue
Because we dared to shine as true