Green grass swaying in the breeze,
Light as a feather,
Soft as eagle down,
The wind calls to me,
Speaking to my soul,
Telling me that I have found,
My mountain home,
The trees whisper of longings and feelings,
Denied for a hundred lifetimes,
Here I will stay,
Until my time comes to leave this world,
I am as dust in the wind,
Floating from destination to destination,
Until I find my home.















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