Echo of the Breeze

Can you fly?


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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