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) (
Online)
- Published: May 19th, 2025 01:12
- Comment from author about the poem: And the wind blows.
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 2
Comments1
Good write Gold.
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