Echo of the Breeze
Can you fly?
I!
Do you have a beak?
No, but I am sleek.
Are you nice on a hot day?
So the people say.
You are feared in the harsh winter.
I can be quite bitter.
You are the Breeze.
Watch me dance through the trees.
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