The wind gently blows
Across the countryside
Stroking the tops of the tall grass
And the delicate petals of the wild orchids
Not enough to disturb the butterfly
Drinking deep the sweet nectar nature supplies
The wind carries on into the hedgerow
Leaving dandelion seeds entangled
On the sharp thorns of the bramble
The birds nestle deep within this fortress
Safe from predators
Onward the wind goes
Carrying the mushroom spores
To colonize another green pasture
Where the wind stops
No one knows
It's just a carrier of the cycle of life.
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