Wonders of the Wind
Deserts keep peculiar paces.
The weather takes many faces.
Like a dirt road, a tumbleweed graces,
Swiftly spices swirling sandnado spaces.
Moves of water and sand could be slow.
Sometimes in eye, either may blow.
Unwanted litter appears in F1 show.
How money landed there, we’ll never know.
It must be a playful force…
That raises skirts, of course!
Even when we look for a source,
Doubt ‘twill dissuade dresser’s remorse.
Birds, true masters of flight,
Sometimes struggle to stay right.
They kind of meander like my kite.
While in their plight, it is quite the sight!
Causes me to grab a shawl,
Helps me see where raindrops fall,
Alters the trajectory of the ball,
Magically mysterious to us all.
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