what could change your mood change the time of day and change it rite back at the turn of a wrist What could change your style hide your eyes, darken your horizons

I am the wind I am the sky I am the flower I am the leafs I am the warmth I am the cold I am the pain I am the healer I hold you dear, in troubled times.

As I look to the sky when being driven in the car, I see emerald green trees, matching soft white clouds; I think to myself how it may be all that is pure left in this world.

You are in the dark waters of the sullen, resting lake. You are there on the edges of the cracked oak skin. You creep along the edges of my window in the rain, And kiss the soft metal with rust.

You leave me notes on the mirror: Scrawled messages hurried through steam. Smeared and dripping with sweet soap scent; You were rushing out, it seems.

‘Twas the light in her eye, And the spring in her step. The way she tilted her head just so, And flirted with all she met. ‘Twas the sound of her voice, And the grip of her tales.

Every wonder how the loon got the string of pearls around her neck? Let me share the legend with you.

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