Wind
I can get through the doorway without any key,
and strip the leaves from the great ook tree.
I can drive storm clouds and shake tall towers,
Or steal through the garden and not wake the flowers.
Seas i can move, and ships i can sink,
I can carry the house-top,or the scent of pink.
When i am angry i can rave and riot,
And when i am spent,i lie quiet as quiet.
Copyright © Martina Jhones | Year Posted 2017
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