HAIL TO THE WIND
Hail to the wind that knocks away the colors of a splendid autumn.
The beginning of another season of harsh cold air is far from welcome.
But seasons change as time moves on and a spring comes back with force.
As the passing circle turns a summer into a raging turmoil of heated elements,
We can be reminded once again of the world spinning out of control.
Each year is unique in the story it will tell, not one like another.
A wet spring may bring a dry summer and autumn could bring snow,
But whatever the forecast brings the north’s winter will be cold.
As our feathered friends fly south to avoid the frigid blast,
We’ll see the blue sky filled with hundreds as they pass.
They’ll be back with the first breath of spring,
They’ll put joy in our hearts hearing them sing.
For those who stay here year around through the cold.
They will survive what nature intended them too.
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