Across the plain

Trees rustle,

Once again, 

Singing softly 

To the wind.

Lone bird stirs

Taking flight 

Into darkened 

Arms of night.

And I'm alone 

Still as stone 

To witness birth  

Of heaven and earth 

The  sigh, 

Of solitary  wind 

At night, 

Gently stirring 

fragile leaves, 

In love-making symphony 

Rustling trees. 

Death to life, 

Seasons change.

Birds depart 

Trees remain, 

Winter follows 

Autumn's rain 

And as my life 

Transforms, again, 

The wind blows on, 

Across the plain. 

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