City Trees by Edna St. Vincent Millay — Read

The trees along this city street, / Save for the traffic and the trains,

Would make a sound as thin and sweet / As trees in country lanes.

And people standing in their shade / Out of a shower, undoubtedly

Would hear such music as is made / Upon a country tree.

Oh, little leaves that are so dumb / Against the shrieking city air,

I watch you when the wind has come,- / I know what sound is there.