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A breeze moves, The leaves nearby, Dancing through, The bright, blue sky. It whispers in my ear, And tugs on my hair. It's not quite over here, But it's not over there. It sings a song, Of wonderous things, Of cats and dogs, Of Queens and Kings. Its sings of dragons, With treasure troves. It sings of mermaids, In far off coves. Then it's gone, The breeze and song, It was time for it, To move along. Now, elsewhere, The breeze will sing, Stories of, Those wonderous things. Another child, Another face, Another dream, To find its place, In the song of the wind.

A howl, Mournful in the night, A song of pain, And sorrow. A tear, Pure yet unclean, Falls from the eyes, Of the victor. A grave, Shallow and unbidden, Unfit for one, So important. A change, From one into itself, As darkness closes in, On her mind. A heart, Shattered into fragments, Lies broken all around her, Abandoned and forlorn. Sleep, The plunge into the darkness, Yet not deep enough, To dull the pain. Life, Calls to her again, In the suns harsh rays, Of the morn.

Children playing in the in the fields of wheat, a shining gold not a care do they have playing the chasing games of old. The birds sing as the children play until a sound is heard A low growling in the forest nearby but the children haven't heard. There is a rustling in the bushes the children stop to look their excitement turns to fear for they have read of this in books. Then out it comes, a snarling beast the children turn to run but for poor Jacquie it was the end no more having fun. With all of this commotion the screaming and the wails the parents came to look and saw the wolfie's tail. Now it was the wolfie's tu

 The fencing is not yet done as Tom leans his head against the post, the relentless heat of the Australian summer showing no respect for his years on the land. The humidity is harsh on both man and beast as each breath clouds Tom's mind and his dog sprawls at his feet as if skinned and thrown there. Her tongue lolls down, seeking the usually cool earth but encountering only the baked, hot dust of the road instead. Both dog and master feel poached and listless. A scream pierces the heaviness of the moment in a slightly obscene manner. Tom squints into the heat-haze, more alert than he has felt all day. The dog pricks its ears and lifts its h

 If a Dragon flies, Then let it soar. If a Dragon leaps, It flies no more. If a Dragon walks, It cannot leap, If a Dragon stops, It goes to sleep. If a Dragon flies, Then let it soar, 'Cause if it sleeps, It is no more. Its' fire dies, Its' heart is still. Its' body bows, To Natures will. If a Dragon flies, Then let it soar, Lest it rest, Forever more. For no longer, Would it be the King, Or Queen, Of all the magic things. If a Dragon flies, Then let it soar, To dance the skies, To sing and roar, To burn with passion, Strong and hot, To think with wisdom, That fools it not. If a Dragon flies, Then let it soar. If a Dragon sings, Then let