Wind

Bringing the trees to their knees,

Rummaging through forests and fields,

Emerging victorious through rage,

Eventuating destruction upon the lands,

Zen is the gentleness on your face,

Especially on those hot summer days,

Bypassing inside walkabout restriction,

You journey and have traveled far,

Your presence is always welcome,

On those hard days, the sting is harsh,

Underlying your importance to the world.

(A poem by me, enjoy)

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