PÁGS. 12-13 NEW ALBA MM MODELO REGISTRADO [DORMITORIOS] ESCENA 03
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The wind whispers to the waiting trees,
A special summons to rouse their spirit;
Strumming their branches with a breeze, And
swirling the leaves to add some merit, As the
wind composes a bewitching song,
That makes us happy the wind came along.
The wind’s breath lifts birds on silent wings,
High above the treetops and hills with ease,
And when they hear the song the wind sings,
They alight to rest among the rustling trees,
The Wind’s Grand Opus
be FreE
Where they must satisfy their longing desire,
To add their lovely voices to the wind’s choir.
The wind coaxes the green grasses to sway,
And stirs wild flowers into a rhythmic dance; As
if answering the wind’s call to come play, They
offer soft murmurs that surely enhance,
The joyful chorus of the wind’s beautiful song,
That grows more enchanting as it goes along.
Over the deep oceans of lore the wind blew,
Seeking more sounds from the sweet Earth, So it
whipped up the waters of the ocean blue,
Creating thunderous crescendos of great worth,
That perfectly blends into the wind’s grand opus,
Which awakens and inspires a spirit within us.
Over the mountain peaks the cool wind blows,
Traversing with forlorn hope over lonely
terrain, Through rocky crevices and snowy trees
it flows,
Creating a haunting and eerie wailing refrain,
That adds a bit of sorrow to the wind’s song, Touching
the hearts of all as it travels along.
Sometimes the wind grows in howling anger,
Gathering dark clouds with thundering sounds,
Warning all with lightning of growing danger, To all
the human edifices and life it surrounds,
Compelling us to listen to its meaningful song,
That humbles and reminds us where we belong.
The wind’s song was born when the Earth began,
Caressing its many splendors and various terrains,
As it played nature’s instruments long before
man, Creating a continuous song of wondrous
refrains, That bewitches and humbles as it journeys
along, Until finally the Earth is no more and ends
its song.
