The gushing wind, now a refreshing breeze.
The deafening rain, now seems like music. The roaring tree pets the Earth, but moans on the perch of birds.
The story that weeps, only for the warmth heart. Bleed out your beauty, Oh beautiful Mother Nature.
Cast thy strength on me, that I may tell the story of lived, in seasons. In season and season with warmth smile.
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