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The woods are silent, not a sound,
Something is amiss.
All the creatures hidden,
Safe and tucked away.
In the distance, faintly heard,
The reason for the silence...
The wind is drawing near.
It sweeps through the forest,
Dead branches fall,from high above,
So to the trees, bare of leaves,
crashing to the ground,
destruction all around.
The fallen is not wasted,
where once was shade,
now cleared away,
to bring the suns warm light.
The young now reach to skies once shaded,
Blessed by the wind.
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The wind brings new life
The wind brings new life
