LYRIC
MOVEMENT
The
wind roars through the pines
With
the noise of a thousand express trains,
Roars
through the pines
With
an expression of brute force.
This
is nature’s power.
But
the wind is also gentle,
Also
gentle and man-made,
Like
the sighs that follow
A
parting kiss.
Copyright Michael Newman
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