Beneath The Wild Wind
Wind sweeps the meadows, bending grass low,
Pine scent drifts by, whispering soft hello.
I thought it was you, yet nothing appeared,
Only cold loneliness, heavy and feared.
But I heard your voice, clear through the gale:
“Like bamboo on stone, bend but never fail.”
Stand through the storm, yield yet remain true,
Till storms pass over, and skies turn blue.
Firm in my place, rooted deep and strong,
Summer will return, bright, sweet, and long...06152026 ©LanZhan🌄朝朝暮暮🎑 安娜·梅·德拉·奇纳 안나 메이 델라 차이나...🇨🇳:1005:805:17
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