Come winds, blow and bring me the joy of coolness.
Bring me the tidings of summer's ending, of fruit bearing trees and the return of rain and cold nights. After all these hot days and the richness of nature comes now the time of farewell and decay. It is not here yet, but the winds know its coming.
Blow winds, blow. Into my windows, into my soul. Carry my spirit into every corner of the garden, up to the tip of that tree.
Sun, you are welcome again.
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