Wind

Born like a tender infant in nature, Why do you soon change your nomenclature? Does stress, like nerves striking the human brain Craze your equilibrium and cause strain...? Progress process of an infant proceeds, Passes each phase fulfilling many needs; Your growth spurt jumps and leaps abounding hills, Your change to gusts, gales, and tornado thrills...! Flute, horn, clarinet, oboe, piccolo, Dwelling within these, breath of life you blow; Impulses and cognitions bound, and pound, Into existential hymns, these resound...! You nurture the naysay nerve of nature, Niftily you numb each legislature; In life's moments of minute mundane gist, Do you teach me: each gist is its own twist...??? 25 April 2023