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The winds of change
The leaves turn gold in the fading winter sun,
their fall determined by the vibrant winds,
As the golden leaves wither to dust on the cold dark earth,
a gentle breeze lulls them to sleep forever.
One fine day, the winds have no one to play with and rages a storm
bringing forward typhoons,cyclones and an era of destruction
With all destroyed and all deathly quiet,
the winds sulk at the sea until
the sound of waves calm them down
Days pass,months go by and now spring has arrived
New emerald leaves twinkle in the radiant light of a young sun
the winds whisper shyly to the new born green beauties
They shimmer and dance together
The winds are in love and sing many breezy songs,
such is the change in the voice of the winds,
the winds of change...

© Aadi