I am always there, travelling the world.
You can’t see me
Unless I get angry.
You feel me as a gentle caress
Across your skin.
I am there when the trees wave
Silently as I pass.
The ripples on the water show I am there,
The crash of the sea hitting the land,
Show my strength.
The swirl of my anger crossing the oceans
And hitting the land,
Uprooting trees, dwellings
And lives,
This is when you see me.
Beware, hide from me when I am angry.
The anger soon subsides
But the devastation remains
To remind you of me.
I am always there,
You can’t see me,
I am the wind.
I flow round your world
And around your life.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 29th, 2022 01:11
- Category: Nature
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Comments7
I thought you meant it was you, having a bad hair day! Or me, starting off singing! lol.
No not this time Orchi.
Brings the mind to wind and butterflies and later on the music and radio waves, mobile signals even. Like the ozone surrounding us and that distinct smell of petrichor when the weather is rain ripe. But that's just me 🙂
These thoughts brought to you show the way you are and very good they are too. I always say if we were all the same it would be a very boring life. Thank you Rik.
Andy
This is more fun than a Rorschach ink blot test Andy!
A delicate and perceptive write on the behaviour of wind - it comes and goes at will - - thanks for this needed reminder dear Andy
Thank you Fay, much appreciated.
Andy
So true of the both of you! Your spirit will always shine!
Thank you for sharing my friend
My absolute pleasure Dan, thank you.
Andy
As ever you dazzle my ears and soul with your choice of music, that's now playing on the big sound system as the phone just didn't do it justice...
Salute you good sir!
My pleasure Dan.
"So much music. So little time."
Andy
The personification of the wind
I like more than anthropomorphism,
Which inflicts creatures with a human mind
When animals might well prefer a schism.
Thank you Dave. Much appreciated.
Andy
You write beautifully of something unseen, but ever present. It's power can strike fear, inspire, or draw your attention to something you simply take for granted. Your personification of wind is truly incredible, thank you for this remarkable piece.
You are very kind Bell, thank you.
Andy
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