There's music in the air today,
Trees sway in perfect time;
Breezy blues blow on the bay,
Rain drops in silver chimes.
Waves crash like golden castanets,
Upon the sandy cheering shore;
Where graceful surf pirouettes,
To receive another encore.
And then the wind begins to dance,
In a dervish, twirling, twist;
Swirling closer, daring chance,
Indulging in a fickle tryst.
And all the while, I listen, and as I tap my feet;
I'm dancing to the music, from my window-seat.
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