The Gentle Wind
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The Gentle Wind
The gentle wind Comes drifting through the forest So warm and soft A promise of the spring A promise that was spoken In sweet and quiet sunlight Entwining souls to never be apart A summer wind Caressing leaves and branches In whispered voice It speaks of what might be It speaks of hope and future In honey-colored sunlight Our kindred souls will never be apart A welcome wind Wafts through the drowsy woodland It stirs our hearts It calls on us to wake It calls us in our slumber In still and sultry sunlight Our dreaming souls will never be apart A chilling wind Sweeps through the tangled treetops As autumn comes It sings of what draws near It sings of loss and sorrow In shadow-dappled sunlight And yet our souls will never be apart A stormy wind That howls throughout the wildwood A winter gale It tears at root and branch It tears at us and fells us Under clouds that hide the sunlight But loving souls will never be apart No gust of wind To stir the heavy snowfall No breeze, no breath A silence 'neath the trees A silence and a stillness In the brittle, frozen sunlight But joined, our souls will never be apart The gentle wind Comes drifting through the forest So warm and soft A promise of the spring A promise for two saplings In sweet and quiet sunlight Entwining souls to never be apart |
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