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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required "Le vent se leve, il faut tenter de vivre." "The wind is rising! We must try to live." -Paul Valery Feel the gust that flows unnoticed! Hear the subdued growths of air That grow like a nearing beast Ferocious, with a wild glare For the wind is rising. The glorious power of nature That can awe yet make fear - A spectacle of eternal dreams With pace, approaching near The wind is rising. Lo! It comes with a sudden flow That takes with it whatever resists, Through the oak, over the hills Beyond the boundary of all limits; The wind rises. Behold its might! Over dark meadows It flows, causing the grass to dance Now here, now there, uncontrollable It vanishes in the moment of a glance; The wind has risen. None can match its glorious pride Even the mighty trees bow before it; The wondrous monster sweeps past all Its toughened arms pick dust and grit; The wind is flowing. It rushes past the valleys deep Triggers rocks down mountain slopes Its speed and power, none can stop - A free horse, it breaks all ropes; The wind is rushing. Invincible, it marches on Like an emperor feared by all, A dictator, with power not measured Rise of a legend, never to fall; The wind turns violent. The silence breaks, the barriers too The wind zigzags amidst mountain peaks, It bellows in the forests dark The young, fatigued willows creak. The wind is at its pinnacle. Then the drizzle comes, then the thunderstorm And oh! The fierce, mighty beast Declines as raindrops fall Dies down forming mist; The wind fades away... Yet its marks are vivid on the landscape A spectacle of its enormous strength It will revive, as a vicious beast It would return again at length. Free yet fierce, elegant yet wild The angel who visits the human world And all is lighted by his trail And the might of nature is unfurled. The wind had risen It will rise, As a voracious beast To have all that suffice.
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