Changing Winds
The whistling wind was loud,
The whispering wind was cross
The whistling grew louder
Showing the whisperer who was boss
The whispering wind is gentle.
As it floats as light as air,
Calming and fundamental,
It helps to blow away our cares.
A breeze does not whisper,
Although it and the whisperer are pals.
But the breeze is temperamental,
And can quickly turn into a gale.
A gale wind is forceful,
Especially at sea.
It shouts at the whistler,
Saying " come and help me,"
The Gale wind blew,
Which made the whistling wind whistle,
The Whispering wind and breeze hide.
Which made the Hurricane bristle,
The Hurricane got wind,
And called its friend,
They usually got together,
When they want to end,
Any disturbances that came about,
Because other winds are being petty,
And haven't got the clout
Of the Hurricane and the fierce Tornado,
Who can demolish them all,
With only one BLOW!
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