When no one scolds

She comes to gape , a little tree ,
In the middle of night , when no one scolds ;

She comes to wait , for a petal unfold ,
In the middle of night , when no one scolds ;

She comes to watch , a flower bloom ,
In the middle of night , when no one scolds ;

She comes to hear , a newborn cry ,       
In the middle of night , when no one scolds ;

She comes to feel , a mother born ,
In the middle of night , when no one scolds .