Between the buildings made of stone
a quiet rustle begins to weave;
it wakes up the minds of those standing alone,
enchanting the world with its leaves.
The city shines with light and steel,
with hurried feet and engines that roar,
but hidden beneath the noise and chaos
lie those trees that shake you to the core.
Their fragile song above the streets,
their beautiful whisper throughout the town;
it creates a ripple effect of natural serenity
in which the troubled can just drown.
If we just froze in our busy lives
and we took a second to just listen,
maybe we would hear the magical voice
that we could never see in our visions.
Beneath every person in the world
lie those fantastical city trees
whose voices, if heard,
would bring you to your knees.
Mar 12
Mar 12, 2026 at 6:54 PM UTC
Between the buildings made of stone
a quiet rustle begins to weave;
it wakes up the minds of those standing alone,
enchanting the world with its leaves.
The city shines with light and steel,
with hurried feet and engines that roar,
but hidden beneath the noise and chaos
lie those trees that shake you to the core.
Their fragile song above the streets,
their beautiful whisper throughout the town;
it creates a ripple effect of natural serenity
in which the troubled can just drown.
If we just froze in our busy lives
and we took a second to just listen,
maybe we would hear the magical voice
that we could never see in our visions.
Beneath every person in the world
lie those fantastical city trees
whose voices, if heard,
would bring you to your knees.
