The winds arise, so swift, so bright,A breath of dawn, a touch of night.They stir the leaves, they bend the bough,They whisper fate, we hear them now. Do not fear their fleeting flight,Nor curse the storm that steals the light.For winds that break, that tear, that turn,Will clear the path for those who yearn. The old must fade, the new must rise,As shifting clouds paint changing skies.No root is lost, no branch in vain,For life returns with sun and rain. So stand, my kin, with open hands,Embrace the tide, the changing lands.For in the wind, both fierce and strange,Zandreya calls, embrace the change.