Sweet Wind blowing, hair flying, skirts lifting,
feet bare,
Running through wheat fields, chasing springtime
hare,
Through lupine lidded meadows, young grasses singing,
Over poppy kissed fields, summer birds go softly
winging,
Autumnal whispering quietly, through golden river
reeds,
Clouds scudding secrets, within the ears of listening
weeds,
Grasses tall, grasses short, blowing in soft gentle
breezes,
All bowing to the sacred earth, as winter frost
cold freezes.
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