The Sun and the Wind


The rising sun rouses the wind.
Drowsy at first, she’s just a breeze
Rustling the leaves.

By midday though,
She’s wide awake
Churning the lake.

In late afternoon
She’s her restless ways,
Prowling the bays.

The setting sun calms the wind.
Soothed at last, she ceases to roam
And follows him home.

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