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The Wind and Stone

A gentle kiss of wind.
Laughing leaves all around.
Grass dancing to a wayward song.
Flowers of a joyus bloom.
Trees standing strong and proud.
Light and Dark playing their never ending game of tag.
Unmoving stones watching over the small paradise.
Wind's gentle kiss to a piercing howl.
Tearful cries from leaves pulled from home,
forced to dance through the air.
The grasses dance halted by the winds own tune.
The flower's brilliance fades away,
lost in the wind's violent display.
Trees bending under the wind's once gentle touch.
Light and Dark mixed together,
Unable to calm winds torrent of emotion.
Stone that may only whisper to wind's shout.
All that was left of my oasis.
The Wind and Stone