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The Wind

The wind doth blows,

Trees and branches violently quake,

Waters in the river with great fury ripple,

The dog struggles to balance as with the wind he doth shake.

Nature struggles against the elements,

Debris and litter fly everywhere, a spectacle of windswept scenes,

Climatic chaos descends upon us,

Fragments remain of an old derelict building blown to smithereens.