The Earth's Song

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Smooth and soft,
Blowing calm and graceful.
The softest touch of warmth and song.
Melodies of ten million souls,
Singing in ever lasting choirs.
Moving past forever more,
The graceful song it sings.
Its breeze warm with every touch,
Softer than any feather.
No harm it causes to whom it sings,
Its song of ever lasting morn.
It sees the sun both rise and fall,
And holds the clouds in its hands.
To listen to its melody,
One must remain still.
Calm and quiet it shall see you,
Then it moves slowly singing,
The song grows louder,
The more you listen,
You'll feel its warmth and grace,
Though you never see it,
You know its there for you feel it.
As you listen,
You see how great life is.
You know how it must feel alone.
As you look down in your sadness,
You notice a flower.
Then you pick it and throw it into the sky.
It takes your gift happily into its song.
Warmer now it's pleased.
Gracefully dancing in honor.
Wind...