Sta.sh
As the black clouds
and white sand waged their war,
all the wind could do was whisper for an end.
The wind's voice was like a gospel in the air,
but the rain came down,
the rain came down.
The wind threw a stone at the clouds,
but the whole sky fell.
The ground was solid in it's standing,
but the sand,
it burned as the chilling rain hit hard,
washed into the merciless ocean,
the sand was scattered away,
every single grain and shard.
The wind galed up in all it's force,
came up upon the clouds,
And pleaded for them to change their course.
A chorus of laughter errupted from the clouds
as lightning and thunder shook the air,
"Why should the wind give a damn about the sand,
why would the free wind even care?"
With a swift breeze ready to blow,
the wind swept the clouds away,
revealing the sky,
and the sun's warm glow.
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