With wind, comes change.
The leaves scatter, and the fruit, of what that survived the arid days, fall to the ground and split apart... Mother Earth once again given seed.
As the clouds move from over the distant grey mountains to cover our view of unending blue with the black which promises rain; All of Nature's creatures stir, and for the first time in a long moment lasted too long...
We dare to hope.
And yet...
We fear what lies beyond hope. The water that is life brings nourishment to us all. We cherish the good it brings us- And with foreboding await the evil that Balance sends to test us, We who march on Divinity's Path.
Beyond hope- there lies the flame of war, and beyond that? Yet another season of arid desolation.
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