The trees along this city street, <br />Save for the traffic and the trains, <br />Would make a sound as thin and sweet <br />As trees in country lanes. <br /> <br />And people standing in their shade <br />Out of a shower, undoubtedly <br />Would hear such music as is made <br />Upon a country tree. <br /> <br />Oh, little leaves that are so dumb <br />Against the shrieking city air, <br />I watch you when the wind has come,— <br />I know what sound is there.<br /><br />Edna St. Vincent Millay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/city-trees/
