If I were Christchurch

If I were Christchurch.......

....... I’d soothe your skin
As you’d make me a little warmer within
And the tower’s bells would chime to a hum
of a song with the chorus,
‘Anailid has come;
grace glides through our city streets
like spring’s breeze’

For she greens redding leaves
Tries bridegroom’s eyes
impairs egos when she goes
I’d offer the sun of my skies
To dance with the essence of you