In the dark of the night

a lonely tree is watching

lights in the windows

like no other night

in the last four years.

In other places still dark

cold and no lights at all

like at no other time

in the recent memory.

But all over the country

people still up waiting

hoping, fearing, anticipating

the fruits of their voice

once in four years.

In the dark of the night

a lonely tree is watching

enjoying the peace

always available to everyone.