Wind.

Gentle breezes
Rock to sleep
The leaves from below,
Which they carefully sweep
Into a gentle embrace
Born in the flow
With whirling grace,
They dance to and froe.

Carry my thoughts
Along too in your streams;
‘Til they’re faraway dots,
And I’m left with just dreams.

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