The branches move,
In quivering motion,
The sky is dark and cloudy
The birds sing in a subdued tone.
And warble in a whisper.
The noise of traffic,
Sounds,
Loud and clear and
hums,
As people move to where
They go each day.
What will it bring
Them?
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