There is something special about the wind. When it whistles a new tune, even the dead leaves are filled with life, and they begin to dance. The grass blades move elegantly in the rhythm, whether short or tall they still thrum to the rhythm of the wind's tune. Even the large trees sway side to side, dancing to the sweet lilting tune of the winds melodious whistle.
They don't care if they are offbeat. Some may move to the rhythm and others may not.. but no matter what they will dance...for the lilting tune of the wind's whistle can never be ignored even by the proudest of trees.
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Poetry❝Lιƙҽ ƚԋҽ ʂσϝƚ ρҽƚαʅʂ σϝ α ϝɾҽʂԋʅყ Ⴆʅσσɱҽԃ ϝʅσɯҽɾ, ʅιƙҽ ƚԋҽ ιɳƚɾιƈαƚҽ ԃҽʂιɠɳʂ σɳ α ɱαʂƚҽɾριҽƈҽ, ƚԋҽʂҽ αɾҽ ԃҽʅιƈαƚҽ. Tԋҽʂҽ αɾҽ ԃҽʅιƈαƚҽʅყ ɯσʋҽɳ ɯσɾԃʂ ϝɾσɱ ƚԋҽ ԋҽαɾƚ. ❞-Lιʋƙυιʅҽ Of golden nature and of blackness of the soul. Gold & Black are delicate...