good morning wild world

you still look beautiful

through the bruising rain


pounding in rising waves

of wind fiercely gusting

a spirit just barely sane


trees swaying to and fro

leaves hanging on weakly

exhaling their last breath


as the tiny twigs sever

falling freely gracefully

sensing their future death


the wind catching them

in playful swirls dancing

falling stars in a wild life


landing softly then spun again

before catching the soil

feeding the circle of life


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