The Windblown Tree

I find
This wind
Does bring
To mind
The passing of everything.

The tide
Of lust
Does rise
Then go.
I know
That I am dust.

The windblown trees
Accept the breeze
And entrance
In dance
Of pleasure
In summer weather.
As do we.

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