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The wind

I am the wind blowing above in the sky
 I blow your sorrow away.
 The touch of me in the tree
 want to stay.
 By the smell of the flowers
 I show you my way.
 with the leaves I play in autumnday.
 The gentle snowflake
 in wintertime moves make
 In spring daffodils us joy bring
 in summer the dandelions forth me to play
 to show my blowing-away
 with the sparkling ray
 of sun of light
 a reminding of the  Hight
 of the creator of Peace of mind.
 I am the wiind
 who blows away
 who blows your sorrows away