Josh Van Ham Poet Epic

The Gentle Wind Blows

The wind blowing softly, the gentle breeze you feel above.

The sky above so blue with envy, the showers of mystical love.

A vast amount of clouds role in and cover this beauty you did see.

The soft wind that was blowing, is now a gust, a gale wind turned into a fury.

The storm is now a brewing, it's turning into a hurricane quite very quickly hurry it is turning fast.

See when something you thought would last forever, it turned out it would never last.

Instead now it has changed so quickly it to something so different and something you never thought it would ever be.

And that something is something completely different in its entirety.

Josh vanham april 5 2017

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Darlene De Beaulieu April 5, 2017 at 6:52 PM Hello Josh,you can never tell when the wind blows, gentle one minute, harsh the next into a huge storm of some sort. it is best to listen to the weatherman first before going out the door. Love this poem. A7 my friend.