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Wind in the Trees
The wind in the trees,
Giving every leaf voice,
A mournful release.
The tale of times past,
Where happiness held supreme,
None hate another.
The rivers flowed blue,
The nights kept their majesty,
Humans held their peace.
But all did not last,
Fanged words bit down to the quick.
Fists raised in reply.
The rivers ran red,
The night sacred to no one,
All balance destroyed.
The death tolls rang high
The air hummed with sounding bells,
Lands stripped and barren.
Many moons took leave,
Uneasy balance restored,
None feeling relief.
The wind in the trees,
Giving every leaf voice,
A mournful release.
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