The wind blows softly bye
caressing my face
every nook, cranny, crevice.
The wind carries with it
on every bump, turn, spin
the essence of life.
That fresh, crisp, musty smell
of the earth.
Bright, vibrant, green pine trees.
Slow, rippling, crystal blue water.
Dark, soft, cool dirt.
It all comes together to create life
the thing we crave, above all
life, a pulse.
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