I am a wind.
I am the air rushing through the leaves,
Happy and energetic,
Flying and free.
Sometimes my speed picks up.
I get angry. I run from my problems.
I know I can be too much sometimes.
I need you to be
The eye of my storm
The calm in the centre when the thunder comes
I need you there
The lightning rod, the quiet blue sky beyond
To ground me to the earth
To bring me back
Let me be a calm breeze,
To blow through when the summer comes in
So I can be a relief
Instead of a disaster.