Poem -
the wind
The windÂ
It blows
It whispersÂ
It callsÂ
The leaves the trees hold
Sift and fall
The windÂ
It blows
My hair freely and wild
As I stand here and watch my smallest child
The windÂ
It whispersÂ
As my other childrenÂ
Come out to play
God gave us this worldÂ
We live in everyday
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