Time and time again, we see the power
Harnessed within the ever present wind.
Each spring, we receive a gift from this friend,
Delivering blankets of green powder.
Allergies are wakened by the hour,
Invigorated by pollinic blends,
Leaving behind trails of dust at each bend,
Yielding only to natural showers.
Right now, this invisible dust hovers
Everywhere that the wind wants to blow.
People, even those great nature lovers,
Ostracize themselves from this daily flow.
Rarely does it comfort what it covers,
Terrorizing people with that lime glow.
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