Wistful winds are vacillating,
Fire hot and icy cold;
Never constant, ever changing,
raising dust like burnished gold.
Carrying clues and hidden hints,
of varied and whimsical trends;
Sweeping to cajole, convince
lands to do a complete cleanse.
This airy messenger is swift,
racing through the countryside;
Wafting far and wide to lift
spirits high and then subside.
Harbingers of great change and weather,
Winds twisting air that come together.
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