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I am the wind, breezing by on a rainy day.

I am the earth after a storm,
The rich scent of cleansed souls washed a new by the rain.

I am the desert fires, deadly and enticing,
A desire that fuels the most primal part of man.

I am the seas, resting easy after the storm
but waiting to come alive again at a moment's notice.

I am the Earth, even now,
I am turning and counting my days.