I Am the Wind
I am a whistling wind
with a song to share,
flowing,
flipping,
flying
everywhere -
shouting across every season
swelling over seven seas.
Centerstage, I will be
like a weightless
acrobat for all to see,
soaring through the big top’s air.
Sometimes soft but never weary,
Sometimes silent but always there,
weaving,
wafting,
wandering
breezy,
bold,
and blustering
Always felt but never seen,
I will cool the lakes in summer’s sheen.
With graceful willows, I will waltz
to gently blow their leafy frocks,
to whip and whirl their mossy locks.
Never will I be a gale,
just a playful breeze to sail.
Yes, I am the whistling wind,
To you, I will circle back again
and will always blow at your back.
A gentle breeze, you will never lack.
Like a bird, butterfly or bee,
I drift,
but you will never see.
Written 6/14/20
Contest - Non Human
Sponsor - Chantelle Anne Cooke
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2020
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