Wind speaks volumes*
Breath of morning open with blustery blue skies
Wind flying all around, leaves go scattering by
The orchestra of sound whistles through the trees
Most of the trees are dormant by rooted where they be
Waving and blowing is what it does in light sound
Pushing and shoving as well and it knocks all things around
Dom*Colucci 2011
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