Slow woodwinds play
I am a sad bird
Alone
Moaning for something
I've loved
And lost
Longing for sky
Slow drumbeats bump
I am a red fox
Slinking
Grazing tree bases low
Sneaking along
Unseen
Looking for rest
Slow voices sleek
I am a blue stone
Sunning
Open to the heat
Then cold
Closed up
Waiting for dawn
Slow reeds quiver
I am snow falling
Drifting
Floating to earth
Tiny ice
Blown white
Touching down soft
Slow branches wave
I am a cedar
Dancing
Swaying in wood winds
Breathing in clouds
Evergreen
Tasting the rain
Slow birdlings sing
I am the wind
Blowing
Over hilltops
In valleys
Running
Chasing the fog
I am a sad song
Longing
Waiting
Reaching
Hoping
For home
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