Spring winds, out here in the west
Some see as a bit of a pest
But the blowing sand
Lends a helping hand
Providing rough gyration
For tough vegetation
Spreading their seeds
For desert life to feed
Providing life anew
From desert breath that blew
To be fair
It cleans the air
From the desert it erased
All prints slithered and paced
Spring winds, out here in the west
Can sometimes be the best.
--Kamala
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