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The Wild Wind (To Roger Phelps at the age of 100)

The wild wind roars behind you
To whirl your spirit up into the clouds
As you rise up to touch the sky.
At the age of 100,
The butterfly rises up from its cocoon
To roar with the wild wind.
At the age of 100,
The phoenix rises up from its ashes
To touch the sun,
As it roars with the wild wind.
After 100 years of work and struggle,
Your spirit shall roar with the wild wind.