The Wind

Far above the azure sphere,

That spins and turns each passing year,

There dances through the clouds and mist,

A spirit lively, filled with bliss.


Spinning, flying to and fro,

Without a care her step to slow,

She brings the storms o’er sea and land,

And pulls the waves to flood the sand.


Her dervish lively spins the clouds,

And ships toss gay, from stern to bow,

As spouts of water from the sea

Reach up to dance with spirit free.


And when the clouds their rain have spent,

A breeze she weaves, and flits within,

And brings it on the coastline rills,

And to the mountains, rivers, hills.


From ages old, this dance begun,

And carried by this fairy on,

In ages yet to come, shall be

Recalled by breezes through the trees.

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