The wind it is
The wind it is
stirs things up
sends oxygen our way
from trees and plants
blows our carbon dioxide
back to them
sends us the rains
then sends them on their way
the wind it is
sends us shape-shifting clouds
we can dream upon
if we make some time
the wind it is
calls to us
whispering, keening
converses with us
the wind it is
about which we seldom
pay attention
pay attention
the wind it is
:- Doug.
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