Music playing on the street
As we start our little trip
Hear the engines and the ducks
In the quiet city of bucks
Don't see any people frown
For the silence has a sound;
Almost still the river 's flowing
Whilst a gentle breeze is blowing
There's mosquitoes in the air
If you stop to see them there
If this words were on a tape
That the nature could arrange,
They would form a landscape
Where the colors always change
Not a single leaf sways
In the park where we are standing
Quietest thing in many days
As it says my understanding
