The Wind
I feel it floating through my hair
As it gently passes by me
It cools me down with sweet care
As I drink my ice tea
Some days it can be this nice
Other days it can have rage
You can't sell is for a price
Nor trap it in a cage
It can bring a peaceful feel
When the heat is rough
Or it can destroy and kill
When it gets tough
This is a force that no one can break
For it is always fully awake
Copyright © James Cottrell | Year Posted 2015
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