As the Wind Blows

The wind goes toward the south,
And turns around to the north;
The wind whirls about continually,
And comes again on its circuit.

Ecclesiastics 1:6

The wind blows,

as wild geese fly.

Trees shake their

branches say hello.

It’s late winter,

gray clouds float by

quickly on a breeze;

as cranes sing a deep

note that wobbles

in the air and floats.

The forest sways;

quivers and quakes.

Cranes tangle

in tug-of-war,

wings soar and sway

upon great gusts.

Squeaking and creaking

echoes in the woods.

Wind, wind, oh how

the wind does blow.

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