Zephyr


I am the song that whispers in the trees,
I am the gentle rustling of the fall colored leaves.
I howl in the darkness of the night,
I sing in the daytime to the warm sunlight.
I can be fierce and strong with anger,
I can be soft and whisper in the ear of a stranger.
I can make the ocean waves,
I can stop and make a mirror gaze.
I am sightless and have no taste,
I am beauty without a face.
I am the wind.

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