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When the wind drifts through the trees

the birds lean into its sway, 

letting their voices glide

like soft feathers brushed across the day

They sing in hushes and half-notes

tiny lanterns of sound 

floating on wandering currents 

that circle the listening ground

Each chirp becomes a cradle-rock

each trill a calming sigh

woven with the breeze's whisper

as it moves across the sky

Together they lull the landscape

branches, grasses, even the dust

into a quiet, rhythmic dreaming

held gently by the wind's trust

A lullaby of wings and weather

steady as a heartbeat's tone

reminding every listener

that nature never sings alone

Storyteller: JohnMak

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