I hear you, sneaking there – whispering among the tree’s, 

A delicate touch, they barely stir, as you dance amongst the leaves. 

You carry scent, the messages of life, as across the land you fly, 

With hidden notes upon your wings, story's spun within the eye. 


Yet upon a whim your attitude can change, your ire you want to show. 

You shake, you roar, you bend and break – you huff and puff and blow. 

But even in the midst of anger your beauty’s hard to hide, 

To watch the world bend to your will, safely hidden away inside. 


Omnipotent and everywhere, there’s nothing you don’t see. 

From birth, through life, and into death.  The companion for humanity. 

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