The Wind
She moves in circles, dancing and swaying across the tree tops
Serenaded by the thunderous symphony of dark storm clouds
Rain joins and embraces her, gathering momentum to fly toward the sky
She whispers and cries, soon making her way back to the tree tops
She embraces her relentless power and releases anger as destruction
Trees soon surrender falling at her feet, she has made her voice known
She is sleepy now, the sky appears calm and brighter, the trees are still
She disappears and retreats until the next unexpected stormy symphony
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