When I go out to feel the summer breeze;
He surrounds and wraps me with his form.
I love it when he travels through the trees;
His grace is like a deer before a storm.
I love the petals flowing through his robe;
The ferns and flowers dance inside his trail.
He travels far and wide around the globe;
And brings supporting help to boat and sail.
But knowing this there is a darker pain,
And like a howling wolf, he makes a sound.
He swirls the sky and flattens the terrain;
His powers make the toughest grasses drown.
And though his wrath is bound to make ones scared,
I love him still for people that he spared.
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