Black Oak, The Black Atlantic & I Am Oak whirl

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I followed the shapes on the sea with my eyes
The sea and the air started reaching around
It was almost as if they were planning to merge
It comes close to me now
It's a sight to behold
Feet sliding down
From the hill to the edge of the shore
The wind has a wave twisting up to the sky
And it's inching its way to the mouth of the bay
Then it finally rides up the edge of the shore
It comes close to me now
It's a sight to behold
Its force throws me down
From the hill to the edge of the shore
It all whirls, front to back
Debris flies left and right
On the waterspouts it trails
It has me running 'round
Right back up the mound,
But as I turn I see everything's pristine

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