WINDSONG
the water sung a song of love.
I heard the thunder on a mountain,
narrate of tempests swirl above.
I saw a storm approaching fast,
the gales voice, the bluster near.
I knew the dark would never last,
for clustered clouds above, soon clear.
I saw the wind in ballet dance,
an opera played upon the trees.
She rustled leaves in sweet romance,
as woodwinds played upon the breeze.
I heard the waves, the waters, heaving,
the crashing song, the trying sea.
Of Gaia's slaved and sighing breathing,
of oceans crying to be free.
I heard the darkness of the night,
the wailing sound of hopes deep yearning.
The song of angels wings in flight,
which beckon forth the lights returning.
I heard the bright new dawning singing,
the chorus bird, the yawning sun.
Recite of mornings fresh beginning,
the fight, a brand new day has won!
I saw the flowers, blooming, growing,
the scent of Summer looming, flowing.
I saw the bees, collecting, sowing,
their nectar hues, all golden glowing!
I saw the browning leaves a-falling,
down to the earth, all one, the same,
back to dust, with Winter's calling,
but Summer, she'll come back again.
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