Wandering with the Wind
A Celebration of Nature's Power and Grace.
Whistling through the willows,
Waking weary wanderers with its wildness.
Whipping waves into a frenzy,
Weaving waltzes with the leaves.
Wonderful and winsome,
Welling up within the soul.
Whipping up a whirlwind,
Washing clean the world below.
Wishing for the wind's return,
Waiting for its wildness to be felt.
Whispering through the windows,
Waving goodbye as it melts
Wrestling with the world,
Whirling with a will of its own.
Waltzing with the waves,
Weaving wonders never known.
Withering the weak,
Wielding its power with pride.
Wrapping us in its embrace,
Washing away all we hide.
Wild and free, it roams,
Whispering secrets on its way.
Whipping up a symphony,
Wondrous in its display.
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