An Afterword-

The wind begins to blow again and the trees begin to shake.
It moves through their full canopies, but it's the leaves that
will remain.
No road to line, no trace to follow--
only the clouds are pushed away.
And the sun will shine all down the road until she gets her sign.
And for now the wind will blow the trees, but it's their bright
leaves that will remain.

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