The Wind Blows On

The never ending wind blows on,
As the new day comes to start,
The birds commence in virgin songs.

The tree bends and thrashes at dawn,
A silent crack hushed soft words to part,
The never ending wind blows on.

The sunlight gives sense of belong,
In this memorizing days heart,
The birds commence in virgin songs.

A twig cracks because of a faun,
Yet it escapes for it is smart.
The never ending wind blows on.

Days are short never seeming long,
As sun flies high and low apart,
The birds commence in virgin songs.

At last this day has come and gone,
So a new day can come to start.
The never ending wind blows on,
As birds commence in virgin songs.





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