Nothing more spiritual than the weather
Which liberates or confines us in our place
Nothing more alive more vigorous
Even when it's creeping past
Gathering or scattering birds
Bestowing or withholding light
Clearly a creature with a sense
Of humor and a real understanding
Of the sufferings of the world
I mean the way it so accurately
Reflects our moods and aspirations
Back to us in lightening and clear skies
How it reminds us nothing dies
That won't return tomorrow
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