Like a nomadic current,
I weave and wind my way
through the atmostphere,
gliding high over mountains and plateaus,
sinking low into dark rifts and valleys.
I fuel flames with a gentle breeze,
yet extinguish them with a furious gust.
I glide over water's surface,
leave fleet footsteps of soft ripples.
My flailing arms churn the tempests,
and when I cry, the skies weep.
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