The Wind Blows

The wind blows

in its own way

it moves dead

leaves as it

wills.

within the rhythm

of nature

therein

lies

its own

music

in

celebration

like raindrops

pattering

a baby’s

nurturing

lullaby.

lightening

yawns

a new

waking

day.

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