As the wind falls from the harrowing sky,
So too does the graceful swallow fly.
With the drop of the Fall rains and snows,
flows the wind of the tranquil forest meadows,
shuddering the green blades awry.
when the quivering children cry,
with the fathers sad goodbye.
while the mother weeps and woes,
as the wind falls.
When the weather goes awry,
And the ancient trees die.
The lightning cracks and glows,
Strobing the pitch-black groves.
As the creatures shelter in reply,
As the wind falls
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