A strong old man, to proud to bend

Stays tall and steady through every wind.

Though storms may batter and lash at him,

He stays steadfast until the end.

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A sorrowful widow sounds her mournful cry;

From every creaking limb escapes a sad sigh;

Her withered, old trunk with tears run dry

Moans its sad song to the watchful sky.

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A spunky little boy frolics with his friends;

Bouncing, bobbing, smiling as they toss and bend;

With every little gust that so playfully extends

Its fingers ’round the child to skip in its wind.

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A whispering maid, bending in the breeze,

Dancing smooth and spry, floating soft leaves

Drifting loosely down for the wind to tease

As they jump and skip about with the simplest ease.