The breeze comes

And blows me tales of summer meadows.

 

The wind appears

And hisses me stories of life on the far side of the hill.

 

The gale arrives

And roars me poetry from beyond the hidden horizon.

 

The storm lands

And bellows me adventures from a distant shore.

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