Oh to be free like the wind to dance with the trees or to deliver a flower’s fragrance, with a soft gentle breeze. To guide the snowflakes playfully along or to give the green grass a whistling song. To move each grain of sand along the shore leaving empty beds of once what was and creating piles of lots more. To carry birds on the wing and to clouds into all sorts of different shapes and things. Perhaps to be free is wind like to be!
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