Wind, Air, Breath
Soft wind, gentle breezes,
blow brisk through the trees,
brush my hair, touch my face
sweep the earth with your cleansing grace;
seize the land in bold embrace
calm the air, release the storms
we are but children nature formed
needing your wisdom to be reborn.
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