Wind goes on out through your hand,
Something you can’t hold,
Wind not something you can see,
But makes it’s presence known,
Wind not something you can smell,
But brings them all along,
It swirls finding nooks and crannies,
Forgetting then where its been ,
It tosses your hair making styles,
No one could dare imagine,
It cools and warms us too,
At no charge to you or I,
Summer wind blows gentle and fierce,
It does what it dare wants,
Autumn wind feels like brown and gold,
It dresses as it pleases,
Winter wind is icy cold and sometimes wet,
It can be mean and nasty,
Springtime wind is warm and new,
It can be light and breezy,
Wind is rough and tough,
Mayhem it can cause,
Stopping wind is a futile task,
It ceases when it wants,
Wind is free.
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