Gore-Tex does it


A poem written by a clothing company. This piece of work is art. Just observe how it personifies the landscape.

Wind turns everything in its own way into an instrument.
Branches sing, rocks howl, the leaves applaud.
Wind turns the outdoors into a symphony.

Rain wakes a landscape. For that movement
Everything around you is alive.
Colour and smell compete for your attention
And all you can hear is the sky hitting the ground.


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