Strong Wind and Surge&Super Hurricane

Rebirth certificate: Aeolus, Son of the Wind God On starry cliffs, he lifts the heavy clouds, Bringing back the sunlight, but my body is stained with dirt. In the open fields, winds stir as heat waves mesmerize my eyes. The air grows thick, no longer fit for my spiraling flight, Once cheered by the bird spirits, now gone. Hurricane winds of war have replaced the calm, And I seek refuge in the cave, waiting for rebirth. Rebirth date: When the air quality improves.