Dancing Through The Trees
Blustery wind blows, gusts of wind swirling. A Haiku
Gusts of wind swirling
Rushing through the trees with force
Swaying branches bend low
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Leaves flutter wildly
Shaking as in agreement
A chill in the air
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Trees creak in the breeze
Fields of wheat rustle and sway
Blustery wind blows
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Squalls of thunder clap
Rain pelting down in dense sheets
Nature's power revealed
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Naya Lizardo
Travel addict, writer, knowledge enthusiast and poetry dabbler. I write about relationships, mental health, and social issues.
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