Gentle Breeze
Traversing the hills,
caressing the trees,
gently swirling the scene.
Life's medium moves, ebbs
and flows surrounding all
with subtle sensation.
Moving all with jocularity.
Ripples across an endless water.
Lifting wings, sailing seeds.
Consistent, generationally
reminding life of its existence.
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