This is just a poem I thought up. I'll write a few more and post 'em up on this same story as separate chapters.

Nils: Why are you writing (short and stupid) poems?

Well, pretty much every story that I write becomes messed up as I go along. You can't mess up poems as easily.

Nils: ... Ooookay. Well, Umbrielle doesn't own Fire Emblem. And the groups of three periods that are scattered around the poem are just place holders.

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Sacaen Winds

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Can you hear it?

The gentle rustling as it blows through the leaves,

The soft grunt you horse makes as it blows through its mane,

The flutter of your tent's flap as it announces its arrival,

The cries of the birds as they ride it.

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Can you feel it?

The tingling caresses as it rubs against you,

The waving of your hair as it playfully tugs it,

The ecstasy of it slamming against your face as you run through it,

The tickle as it crawls through and around your bare toes.

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Can you see it?

The ripples in the sea of grass as it dashes by,

The clouds crawl across the vast blue sky as it helps them,

The trees' branches wave to it as it weaves around them,

The birds' feathers rustling as it comes by.

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Can you smell it?

The freshness it brings from lands afar,

The subtle odor of the rich soil beneath the grass that it brought out into the open,

The scent of the grass after the rain it brought,

The wonderful aroma it borrows from the smiling flowers.

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This is how every Sacaen recognizes home by asking the wind.

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I was going to use all five of the human senses but taste? ... That wouldn't be right. If you're wondering why I didn't use rhymes, it's because my rhymes are HORRIBLE and don't really make sense. (Have you ever tried finding a word that rhymes with purple?!) Well, please review and tell me what you think (or how terrible and short you think my poem is).