Dronging Along

Singing the song of longing along the windy road to my dronging the city does not lie very far with its houses, workshop, and bar, Singing a song of love or the birds that sing in the trees oh, my heart listens for the breeze that rustles through the leaves and leaves me relaxed my nerves less taxed Oh, Henry had it right all along nature sings a lovely song among the trees, bushes, and creeks, Civilizations can surely reek of corruption and pollution nature is nurture along the river banks and in my backyard it really cranks out the melody of the birds and winds that heals my mind as it mends my heart, Oh, singing the song of longing along the windy road to my dronging.