Fluttering leaves high in the trees
Tell the story of winds mysteries
The places it’s traveled
The things it has seen
And everything in between.
It stirs the clouds way up high
Into fantastic shapes never has to try.
Lifts the butterflies wings so it soars
The easiest of all is this chore.
It’s a beautiful thing this breathe of life
Even if it passes beyond our sight.
RedRavenPoems 
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