Warm, yet brisk,
Cool and translucent,
Sunshine
Washing over the Earth.
The shy light
Bends her head,
Demurely,
Afraid to scorch
The breeze dancing.
The North wind
Stands firm,
Bold and incessant.
I cower and look
Beeseechingly
Towards the sun.
Beckon its heat.
She wavers,
Unsure of her place
In this torrential change.
The wind dies.
The sun peeks,
Brave.
The wind,
Not to be subdued,
Summmons a cloud.
So it shall be.
Until our sun
Can hold back no more.
Until even the wind
Emodies the warmth
That engulfs us all.
Blazing,
She will emerge.
Victorious.
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