Conversation with the Wind

The wind moves toward the East
As the sun sets in the West
The trees bow down
As the wind speaks among the branches
Causing the leaves to crackle
With laughter
The animals scurry to find shelter
Finding the wind’s voice to be cold
And the insects are annoyed by
The wind’s rudeness and carry on in their
Knowing the night has been summoned
The insects move quickly to welcome
The night sky
Anticipating the darkness falling
They savor the moment
Of time passing by
As the wind moves toward the East
Passing the sun setting in the West

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