The Father's Wind

 

Bringing new water to the sea,  
Oh, how pleasant says thee,  
For growing the thunder and striking lightning,  
So the son can be seen heightening.

To bring about a wind,  
No other can withstand yet the father in thine,  
Who I tickle in mind.

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As fresh waters meet the ocean's embrace,  
A harmony forms, a gentle grace.  
The thunder grows, the lightning strikes,  
Illuminating the son, reaching new heights.

The wind begins to rise and swell,  
A force of nature, no one can quell.  
Yet in its power, a secret finds,  
The father’s will, within it binds.

Tickling the thoughts that guide the storm,  
I feel the warmth in its form.  
For in the dance of wind and wave,  
A victory of strength, the skies engrave.

The son ascends, the world alight,  
Guided by the father’s might.  
A wind so fierce, yet tender too,  
Bringing forth the truth in skies art baby blue.

And as the sea and storm combine,  
I sense the presence, the divine.  
A gentle nudge, a whisper kind,  
The father's voice, who I tickle in mind.

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This chapter beautifully captures the powerful and nurturing relationship between natural elements and divine guidance. The imagery of water, thunder, and wind symbolizes the forces of nature, while the connection to the father represents a deeper spiritual bond. The chapter reflects the idea of growth, both physical and spiritual, under the guidance of a higher power, making it a profound and reflective addition to my poetic journey.








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