The Wind

This beautiful nature evokes in me A solemn truth which I begin to see So who am I? You may ask or even know I seek this answer from morning to night in flow! I am free do you really know me? I have no shape no body, neither emotion Yet I blow hot or cold, sometimes gentle Like a cool breeze making you sentimental Maybe from an instrument of a divine soul I blow In all of his many emotions, he controls my flow Sometimes light or sometimes gusty Sometimes a storm to clear the dark and musty My home is this Mighty Universe I pass through mountains, rivers, forests or valleys I sway a tree or ruffle petals, or just tease the birds and the bees Yes you guessed right, I am the mighty wind, for I too at times have to fall! 7.5.2021 Sponsor: Regina Mclntosh Contest: Nature

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Darlene De Beaulieu

Date: 5/7/2021 12:34:00 PM

Hello Carol Miltra, yes the wind can be gentle and sometimes rough. I picture the wind looking like a cloud we do not see, but if we look closely we may see a cloud with a face blowing the wind. Enjoy your day my friend.

Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 5/8/2021 7:19:00 AM

Hello Carol Carol that is my imagination at work. it is hw I see the cloud wind. enjoy your day my friend.

Carol Mitra
Date: 5/7/2021 8:24:00 PM

Hi dear Darlene....the picture of the wind like a cloud that you conjure up is really nice....Thanks dear friend....much love :)