Whistled the weaving wind
Teasing through the trees
Licking across the surface
Tickled the peaking seas
Dances with the autumn leaves
her puppets tied with string
Rising thermal climbs the sky
beneath the Ospreys wing
Smoothing the wrinkles
Screeding the sand
Scrimmage with oncoming waves
Leaping from the land
Charging across the ocean
Whipping up the swells
Shouldering a dust storm
Singing ringing bells.
Fuelling savage firestorms
Galloping with the embers
Travelling the seven seas
On paths well versed remembered
Hissing through tall grasses
Howling at the moon
Waltzing with the sweeping rains
Humming a ghostly tune
Sweetly summer scented
Dozes cotton cloud
Whispered quiet on feathered breath
Moaning out aloud
Storming sandy shoreline
Wrestling with the trees
Waltzing across the land and sea
At sleep a gentle breeze
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