It pushes and pulls, expands and contracts
Can take things away or bring them right back!
It can warm you with a soothing summer breeze
Or freeze you with a cold one up your sleeve!
It mesmerizes vision with gently swaying trees
But terrifies when whirling motion brings us to our knees!
It creates land by drying soil and blowing it around
And in bent trees and etched stone art creations abound!
Wondrous aromas delight our sense when wafted to our nose
But eau de skunk or cigarette is ruinous to our clothes!
Atmospheric pressures are it’s parents, creating kith and kin
We’re at it’s mercy many times, the Impetus of the Wind!
Your poetry getting better and better! 😀
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Very poetic! I wonder which is worse, the skunk or the cig….
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Dear Mr. Longfellow,
You wrote a hell of a poem!
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