Wind
I soar high above the mountains touching every elusive peak
carrying white fluffy clouds on my back, unhinged and free
The parched lands look up to me to quench their thirst and pray
I blow the moisture-laden clouds, I carry from place to place, their way
I never rest a moment for that would be catastrophic beyond reason
the same is true of my excessive agility as I cause storms of destruction
My power is immense to cause havoc when angry, which is often
But, I also touch the cheek of a child gently, and caress unseen
I go everywhere, I touch everything, nothing escapes me on the surface
I snuff out flames but I also fan fires, I'm the original 'Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde'
Many ancient religions and tribes worship me as a Diety of some stature
But I must admit I am disoriented by the Sun's heat, and Earth's rotation.
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