mischievous wind



whispering throught the trees

telling secrets

telling lies


tall tales too

through the tall grass

and where the urban street meets the meadow

where the wild becomes tame

but the wind will never be tame

or caught or won

the wind blows both hot and cold

driving rains and clouds

and forever whispering 

playing, tossing, and turning

churing the seas and oceans

floating leaves 




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