no longer

the wind was bold and arrogantly free

higher now gushing above the lull

the trees suddenly obsessed with the wind

aching with desire to bend and wave

the sound of a single tear the last echo

while the stillness roared as it was held back

a rage ready to storm still unaware

that time had stopped weeping

its hands dry and empty of opinion

the thrill of rushing with fury over now

its lust now a pride filled fuss

craving to turn around and start over

begging for one last moment

but wonder and marvel were gone

their calm no longer stirred by zeal

as miracles hugged their final goodbyes

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