Children of the Wind

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Rising from your lively breeze

A flock of winsome sycamore seeds

Round and round they waltz and whirl

On one wing they dance and twirl

Drifting far from home they sail

Carried by your lofty gale

And where they finally come to rest

Another tree begins to nest

Soon you call a storm to turn the vane

And tuck them in with gentle rain

Then once their shower's done

Blow them away and free the sun

Once nurtured by your clouds in time These saplings stretch their limbs and climb

Reaching farther through many springs

Until they've fully spread their wings

And on your gale their seeds will soar

On the journey of White Sycamore