Poems From My Soul HTML version

How wonderful it is to be able to state that.
I am a Gust of Wind
I am a gust of wind.
Rarely noticed.
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.
I’m invisible:
There are few who sense my song.
My song is usually calm and quiet,
Soft whispers,
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,