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.
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