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The Glory of the Day
Written on 6th June by Ginny Molly Weasley_x

In the lurid heat of morning, I walk
The trees bow to the wind as it wheels by
Through grasses and the pines of which its talks
To anyone who listens to the sky
The blades that sway are taken by the breeze
The music of the wind towards which they lean
That takes the heartless words away to freeze
In colder loneliness, the words are clean
The hatred in the air is torn apart
With every breath the gods above do take
And as the sun draws out a lovely start
Of day, the messages the winds do make
Can only reach those who come to say
That they have seen the glory of the day