Bllowing Wind

The blowing winds As the wind blows from the North Atlantic Ocean We are in awe by its forces but also scared us Know in its power we are small dust particles. Defeated, we stand and wait for its destruction. Up and up the mountain wave the ship climbed Down its slope, it raced, and we could only wait. The wind can be a friend too when it blows Ashore on a hot summer’s day and not forget The morning breeze that gently caresses steers Us to walk on roads the zephyr has dressed.