As I sit here on this beautiful day,
Letting the sun wash over my face,
A winter breeze compels my hair to sway.
I see an image I cannot erase.
A white figure cutting into the sky,
Majestically spinning around and around,
Suddenly life seems to be on stand by.
And the world is on the rebound.
Its blades spinning fast and never bending,
Capturing energy from the cool wind,
Its rotations always unending.
Turning it into power for all who’ve sinned.
This machine sits stoic among nature,
Allowing us to continue our adventure.
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