
The wind whistles through the trees
like an orchestra tuning instruments.
The sound grows louder by the minute,
rising to a deafening roar.
Bird nests survive the onslaught,
nestled tightly on fragile branches;
the only true defense is the parent,
shielding their vulnerable chicks.
As the squall fades, the sounds dull,
everything settling into a wary peace.
Dawn breaks,
and the cool morning dew is welcomed
by the wakening wildlife.
Rustles stir in the undergrowth,
life resuming its endless hunt for food.
A vast, indifferent supply
feeds all who endure,
in this world where survival is absolute.
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