Poems From My Soul
How wonderful it is to be able to state that.
I am a Gust of Wind
I am a gust of wind.
Usually, I’m calm,
A silent wind,
Ruffling the leaves of the trees,
Whispering in their ears.
The wind is out there,
Even though you don’t see it.
There are few who sense my song.
My song is usually calm and quiet,
With the gentle shake of leaves.
But this is not always the case:
For when I am angry,
I am as angry as the sun in July,
As it burns the ground black.
I am a tornado in my rage.
You wonder why I spin webs of dust and wind,