I sat and watched the leafs move

From a hot breeze lingering above,

And yet the wind chime does not sway

No musical harmony for me,

The deception of of air is present

For a little cool relief would be expected,

Though the world can be mean

And you left alone in utter stillness,

How we push to move on even if we would

Rather sit quietly and watch life go by

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