Vigilant, distant sentinel
Marching across the plain,
His whispered shouts
Echoing off fragile pane
Cleansing away the grime
Washing away the stain,
Pounding downpour
Eases scorch’s pain
Constant, steady gale
Stops a spinning vane
Direction thro’ chaos
To walk the narrow lane
Soaks all the earth
For harvesting some grain
Trees grow and stretch
Producing fruit to sustain
Thunderous roar
And shaking of mane
Vigilant, nearby sentinel
Returning to reign
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