I move, I move constantly
Move across the Earth
Trees, their leaves, follow me
Pointing, paving my path
Invisible to your eyes
Fresh, crisp, hot, cold
The sweet smell of Earth, of dew, of rain, of spring
I change all the time
I coo with doves
I howl with wolves
I move, I travel constantly
I am the Wind
Constant movement of air.
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Poerty
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