STORY/ SCENARIO: A Hiker recounts how he took inspiration from a fresh spring breeze to begin his quest.
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Once I swore I heard the breeze -
When the sun was shining -
Whisper to me through the trees
Where I was reclining,
'Go, go, go;
Find your special calling!
I have so, so, so,
So much to tell you!
Too soon the shadows may be falling:
A new moon brings darkness,
As well you should know!'
Swiftly fled the wind away,
And its ghostly warning.
Troubled and confused I lay,
For it was the morning.
'Soon, soon, soon?
Surely you are lying?
Will the moon, moon, moon
Rise in the day sky?'
'No, never', came the voice replying,
'But when ever saw you
A mayfly in June?
'Everything must bloom and grow
In its given season:
While you may, you too must go
For the selfsame reason!'
'Where, where, where?
Give some indication!'
'Over there, there, there -
Where I will show you.
Go, hurry to your destination!
And don't worry: bravely
I know you will fare'.
Then the wind began to sweep
Hard in one direction;
And its course I vowed to keep,
Sensing each deflection.
Blown, blown, blown,
By its soft caresses,
We have grown, grown, grown
Closer than ever;
And when upon my back it presses,
I stand then, and know I
Am never alone.