Wind Waker
The sound of a flute dances through the trees,
Waking the spirits of life.
Young essence plays joyfully as the scent of love wafts
through the foliage,
and I dance to to the Gods.
My soul bared,
the wind wakes and takes me
in its arms.
The sounds echo into my being.
The World has never felt so perfect
as the sun embraces us,
taunting shadows into hiding.
The gentle storm of beauty envelops me
and I shed a tear.
Not a tear of anguish,
but joy,
joy that beauty still lives, that beauty
is still embraced.
The wordly musician stops,
but the wind dances on.
The trees sway in the gentle breeze,
dancing to the melody of nature.
The youthful spirits play tag with life-
I remember what love is.
I remember how beauty feels.
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