The wind whispered gently
As it moved from the river
And through me
Carrying a chill
I could not comprehend
I waited for the sun
To interpret the wind
As the heat burned deeply
Upon my brow
Until I could no longer resist
Into the earth I wandered
Seeking relief from the wind and the sun
And to hide from their warnings
But even the soil does not forgive
Nor does it conspire
When the water returned
From its conquest
I sat inside the wake
And listened to the tide
Sing its own praises
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