When She Calls We Listen
Gently she blows through
Whispering through the trees
Telling her secrets
Releasing her fears
When angry she's vicious
Can rip off the roofs
Spinning up chaos
Delevering impending doom
No matter the emotions
She chooses to set free
Without her around us
Existence would cease
We must respect her
All of her beauty unseen
Feel all her magic
As she brushes our skin
Copyright © Lisa Brannon | Year Posted 2016
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