The wind is a force to be reckoned with…here’s why.
The wind blows freely through the dead trees
Howling, wailing – searching for me?
Does the wild wind have a mind of it’s own,
Possessing the sky where eagles have flown?
It must be strong, for it tears through my heart
Making me wonder, is the wind smart?
It carry seeds to where they should grow
But people have died from where the wind blows
The wind steals your balance, it steels your soul
What is its purpose, what is its goal?
It spreads baleful fire, or takes needed heat
That wind destroys homes and makes rain fall in sheets
Why doesn’t the wind just leave me alone
Instead of tearing right through me, straight to the bone?
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