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the wind does rip

     through the rustling trees

and debris races tumbling

     carried in the wind

chill is the wind

     hinting at rain

and the land lies darkened

by the threatening storm

yet in endless struggle

     though mightily strained

a small bird struggles

     in the darkening sky

wondering gaze I

     from far below

if it be hopeless

     the struggle in vain

yet hope do I

     triumph will be

the tiny storm rider

     so high in the sky