Ode to the Wind by Thomas Piekarski

As I stand tallamid towering treesthe wind is my mistress,timeless mentor,enlightening guide. The wind is sentientlike this clear sky,like my spiritbrowsing a stratosphereway up high. Without wind we’d bebereft of oursupernal courier,and left wantingas if without color. As if without color,no blue waternor chlorophyllto give us greenand the food we eat. The wind can actwicked…

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