Migrating clouds...
Spirally chasing the earth...
Clumps of steel fashioned as wool..
Numb at birth...
Fierce at death...
Migrating clouds...
Kissed by the sun..
Assaulted by man..
Perturbed by birds of iron..
Watched by iris of interest..
Migrating clouds...
Winter mixed with spring..
Summer's maiden, autumn's niece..
Closely watched by your mother..
Gently guided by your creator
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