Windy day, trees bent
Some are stretching out their arms
Leaving leaves to fall
Snow becomes heavy
Today the sun warms the earth
Ice dripping away
The Light is Right here
Sun shines through the trees, mixed shade
Green warmth, secret place
Fences line dirt roads
Dust comes up from the dry earth
As I walk, alone
Hot sun, cracked, dry earth
A few plants weakly hang on
The desert wins again
Water quenches life
Babbling brooks, winding rivers long
Let me follow you
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