Wind slowly sang to the high grass

making it dance toward me

through me and in the distance.


The wind whispers to the cloud

and blue rocks fled before the whisper

bringing hope to the thirsty earth.


I let the water cleanse my spirit

as the wind flies pass me

into the distant unknown.


Toward the black skies

toward the red nights

toward the ocean blue

and back upon the lands of green.


To start the circles ceaseless turn

The End

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