Wind, like breath from afar,
Blowing through trees
With a hundred tongues
Singing nature's song.
An excited child with flags,
Waving the branches,
Greeting the passing seasons
Stormy tempest,
Furious, fighting, fast.
Moving to its own rhythm,
Playing a tune no one dare utter.
Majestic trees, bowing to creation's audience,
Each branch conducting its own symphony:
Allegro; con passionata
Each branch falling
With a crash to make nature's music.
Gentle breeze, whispering a sweet lullaby.
Tenderly touching each object in its path.
Leaves dancing to nature's song.
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