Tempestous and Feiry,
She loathes to be bound.
Running free amidst this earth,
She is tied by no bonds.
She is caged by no bars.
Joy she freely gives.
Only unwittingly pain.
She blesses the crops.
Bountiful is the grain.
She curses the seas,Wildly do the ships sway.
Beautiful as the night.
She is as silent as the dusk,
A spectre which haunts us all.
Yet sometimes her very presence,
Seems to tear asunder the soul.
Oh! Behold her powers,
Mightily they rise.
If only i were as her!
Powerful and free,
Wild and yet so gentle.
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