Windy March

Being in a meadow in the month of March I see the wind coming to me with a march It shakes the oak tree and it's branch Wanting to stay with the wind, not in a company branch The wind touches me as a soft kiss Which touches my lips with a sound of hiss Dancing with this mushy mild breeze A lovely environment which won't make me freeze This time you stamp tender on the meadow But when you are red you slamp on my window Wind, you made me happy at last I will forget your anger of the past Having a doubt from where you come From the mountains, oceans or any other some? Every March will you come to me? This little girl is waiting to be Twirling around me and all Being with the trees at the fall Breaking all my bounds of wall I am flying with you till my mom's call