City Trees

The trees along this city street,
Save for the traffic and the trains,
Would make a sound as thin and sweet
As trees in country lanes.

And people standing in their shade
Out of a shower, undoubtedly
Would hear such music as is made
Upon a country tree.

Oh, little leaves that are so dumb
Against the shrieking city air,
I watch you when the wind has come,—
I know what sound is there.

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

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Well, i love this. And it is always a right on topic L. And you know i read it, and didn't comment, but then i thought, well, i wanted to, and so i did. Loved it...and letting out everything is great, but then you have a knack for doing that with absolute verve, elan, and energy! T.