The Winds Have Come

The winds have come,

and in the trees,

songs,

gusts plucking melodies,

from barren limbs,

leaves,

the rustling percussion,

from below,

and the whisper of chimes,

three,

maybe four,

from bass to ethereal,

everywhere,

the music of letting go.

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