By the Water's Edge
The immortal wind wakens, blows and whispers
to the wynd of trees as they are wickedly uprooted
and move in confusion across the countryside in complete chaos.
Their roots scornful and unbelieving uplifted from unrest
and upheaval from their unyielding ground.
The water spans and stand, bend, and rise as Poseidon,
the god who watches with wild wonder the sea;
lift up its waves and waver and waives a forcing force
hold in mighty waves against the sand.
Then, all comes to a calm as the land sits silent from its fear
by the water's edge.
4/4/2019
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Wynd - Wikipedia
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wynd
A wynd is typically a narrow lane between houses
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