And the wind blows


And the wind blows
Trees move to its beat
Bending, leaning, jiggling
Swaying to Nature’s suite
Flowers dance to its song
Arching every which way
Twirling, swirling along
Leaves flutter elated
Quivering in its breath
Branches animated
Whistling through mountains high
Blasting in deserts hot
Gusting spirit of the sky
Atop ocean waves blue
On canyon lands deep
Over, along and through
Conveying seeds about
Flying on, falling down
To settle, dig and sprout
Sculpting, shaping every cloud
Painting skies with its brush
Singing its songs aloud

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