When the wind blows,
It ruffles the trees
Whistles as it flows,
Effortlessly through the leaves.
When the wind blows,
Kites soar high,
Infants' faces will glow,
As they fly high in the sky.
But when the wind roars,
It can knock down the strongest of walls,
And unlike the old Folk Lore's,
When the wind blows,
Empires will fall.

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