Wind ©
Wind is something you can't see,
but it is what it has to be.
A gentle, cooling soft little breeze,
it blows around with the greatest of ease.
It moves a cloud like a sail boat,
across the sky I see it float.
It makes the trees bow down and sway, it cools my
face in every way.
It feels so good, it feels so fine,
I almost think that it is all mine.
Strong or gentle the wind will be,
so if you try... the wind you will see.
By Vera Leonczyk
This poem was published in the year 2001.
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