Busy, busy, bees of purpose

Buzzing, vibrant through the city

A pulsing, swarm of jumbled people

Through streets of life, so bold and pretty

Hurry, hurry, through the whirlwind

A throng of gusty leaves disperse

Blown from trains and city transport

Across urban orchards and into work

Happy, happy, waves of crowds

A tsunami through the aisles

Floods a surge of eager shoppers

As they descend upon the sales

Loudly, loudly, plays the music

A throng of notes so crisply bright

Drifts through doors and open windows

As dancers sway throughout the night

Softly, softly, the city slumbers

As a virus bade her sleep

But she will heal and soon recover

And reclaim her joyful beat.