wind

Wind

Springs rise

Snow melts

Water runs down hill

Gathers in a lake

Whispers to the wind

Take me where there is no water

My daughter will swim

My son shall grow trees

My wife calls me from the well

Eat my dates

You must be tired from your long journey

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