The Wind

The Wind

Within the air there is a gentle breeze that kisses your cheek 
Slightly turning your head to feel this wondrous mystique 
Gusts gently move all flora and fauna in a mystical dance
As if all of creation is intuitively aware of this circumstance 

Outside my window I hear the sounds of the winds roar
Strength increasing then subsiding, and then once more
Fearful can this beast be, rapping at my window sill 
Within the deepest of darkness when all is so still

Stirring up sand and dust with each and every gust
Drying rain soaked soil, within each wind so robust 
Hearing the haunting moan of branches that bough 
While spreading seedlings for newest growth to sow

Spring winds for the starting of something so new
Summer winds that cools the hot air for me and you
Fall winds bring wondrous changes so bold
Winter winds bring such bone chilling cold

Winds from the frigid lands of the frozen north
Or a southernly warm front that comes forth
Be it westerly, easterly, trades and more
The wind holds so much for us to adore

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