Wind, although unseen, is a very beautiful thing.
It rustles the bright leaves of the
autumn trees and causes the lilies of the fields to dance before your very
eyes.
It whistles and calls to you during
the darkest of times, telling you of its loneliness as it groans and whispers
in the fiercest of storms.
It watches you in the happiest and
most mournful moments in your life and allows you to never feel alone or unwanted,
although it itself may be.
For, the wind shall never age, nor
will it ever abandon you.
It will see you born and see you
die and will weep at your passing.
The wind may have a temper of
hurricanes and tornadoes, but will also have the coolness of the gentle winter
breeze as the snowflakes drift softly to the ground.
And because of all of this, the
wind is a very beautiful thing.
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