A Summer Breeze
Once there was a summer breeze slipping past the trees with ease. Passing kids, having fun, on it's wings it carried the sun. This summer gust hand no adversary; all it could do was make people marry. Abandoning the place it previously was, rushing on and on just because.
A Summer breeze can be colossal, or sometimes hard to detect, like a big elephant or a tiny spec. A Summer wind can siege the heart, as it swirls and it whirls just before it falls apart. Sometimes it tells tales of woe, of a sinister victor who scoffed in the snow. The wind passing the ground picking up dust and leaves, passing a sad sentinel making him sneeze, and as he remembered what he left behind he remembered what he was fighting for and cleared it of his mind.
Overpowering the trees, sometimes strong sometimes weak, a summer breeze can be proud or it can be meek. Rejoice, Rejoice! It seems to sing through the whistling of the leaves or a bell going to ring. Sometimes it blunders threw the town like an elephant noisily, or skipping in a ballet for anyone to see. And as the breeze pauses then hauls away, that's odd it almost sounded like it was calling my name.
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Very impressive work!
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