Right, left, right, left,
Softly the thudding went,
When I did jog to tune and rhythm
My heart's little marching band.

Whispered the breeze to dancing leaves,
"See how she goes around,
With thoughts a-whirring, a hint of a frown;
Get her to dance to our sound."

Rustled the leaves to wind's harmony,
Nudged til I moved to the song,
Perfect accent to my heart's little beat,
While the sky did arise to applaud.

City, oh, city,
Your honks disenchant me
From the melody set to volume one.
But just 'cause you're honking
Doesn't mean I ain't list'ning.
Turn the dial, let me dance to wind's song.