The wind has a song heard only by a few,
Melodic, sweet, and airy in tune.
It floats over the tallest of trees,
Soars higher than the greatest moutain peak.
An everlasting melody, flowing through time,
Telling of nature's magnificent gifts to its listeners.
Spinning wondrous, magical tales, Delighting both young and old.
Twirling about, in an invisible ballet,
Briefly encircling its audience for an encore.
Then rising towards the fluffy clouds it soars,
Sharing its whispering melody with the heavens above.
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