Wind Singer
Touch the elements,
Feed the fire,
Ripple the water,
Cool the earth.
From the youngest to the oldest,
Any can find you.
Hear the trees rustle in summer leaf,
Feel the sweat cool.
Touch long green stems tickling ankles.
Smell the odor of living things.
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