Power Source

The breeze that strokes the vibrant leaves,

The wind that struggles, blows, and heaves.

The light of the sun shining bright,

The glow of the moon throughout the night.

The slip of sand beneath small feet,

The crash of waves where the beach they meet.

The solid ground on which I stand,

The rocky cliffs in no man's land. 

The quiet song of bird's goodbye,

The graceful howl of wolf's lone cry.

The dewy grass and misty skies, 

The humid air and great sunrise.

The breath of life, the final sigh,

The human nature, the watchful eye.

The key to all of my life's force,

The every part of my power source.

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