Passing by
Those petals of yesteryear
Tapping at the innards
No clear protection
There she was
Reborn and open, crisp to the day
Anomalous
Swept onwards on a breath of clutter
Who supposed she would appear?
Hatchlings by God's own doing?
As curates turn in different directions
Avoiding shells
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Rotating, gyrating, this denature fan
Drawing in, motioning, as hard as he can
Just a glimmer of yesteryear, a whisper away
Blown gently from dry palms and into the day
Seeds of new promise, landing where 'er
Bursting out blooms near an infinite lair
Close by there's a grinding, where once there was ire
Giving strength to the snowstorm and fumes of the fire
Invisible to the eye, but ever so clear
Presence attending, by touch and by ear
Windmills continue, performing their duty
With the dance in the leaves and trees ravaged from beauty
Elements, Heaven sent, scents in the air
Whip up a wonder with everyone there
Grinding blades, renegades, direction unclear
Disregarded mechanically over the years
Blades robbed of oiling, heart festered away
No regard for the function performed in its day
Rusted, adjusted, replaced and then tossed
Never then realising it's really their loss
