Saturday, November 23, 2019

The Art Of The Wind



The Art Of The Wind



Let the wind blow
Down the valley
And over the hills
Touching everything it passes
Eroding rocks on the way
Sculpting trees and bushes
And painting beautiful pictures
Grasses bend to its power
Creating waves and patterns
Impossible for man to make
Yet perfect for man to admire

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