The north wind blows and with it comes the storm
a battle of the elements speak unrest and uncertainty
the rain falls, the trees sway, the water swells
each one a puppet of the mighty north wind
The wind comes to clear the air and prepare the land
fall storms, to ready the land for rebirth
the land must die. Yet each part clings
the north wind blows and with it comes the storm
The leaves will soon give way to the mighty wind
and fall to the earth to provide food for the land
seeds will bury themselves deep in the earth
there, prepare for winter sleep
The north wind blows and with it comes the storm
a promise of new life lingers in the air
underneath the dormant land there awaits a miracle
with every falling, comes a rising, resurrection born.
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