Blog 163:
Outside the trees sway
As the soft, mild winds
Take its body and arms
Into a a languid dance.
Inside the fan twirls and swirls
The static winds to do a stale dance
Within the four walls of a crummy room
And crowded space filled with boxes and dust.
In sync ... both winds make their presence known
In sync ... both winds make their journey touching
Things naturally born … and
Things drawn from nature's rich resource.
Together, though apart
They move in and out
Together, though apart
They breathe and touch things dead or alive!
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