it whips to wound but only scars the surface
and whisps to stretch and streak transparent clouds;
it whirls across the barren prairie ocean
and whispers wisdom's secret words aloud.
it sighs and billows breath into the branches,
caresses grasses, dashing, dancing down,
gives sound and song and speech to certain silence,
awakens them, renewed vibrations found.
it waxes, wanes and watches as the moon does,
the ebb and flow of water, tide and sand;
the flux of force and faith that once forgotten
now moves, a wave of energy through the land.
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