The Wind

I am the wind

The merest breath

on The baby's cheek

as she sleeps

her evening sleep

 

I am 

the bracing wing

That reddens cheeks

and teases skittish cats

 

I am the gust

that startles birds

to quarrel

in their trees

 

I am the gale

that wrecks the ship

The hurricane 

that shatters lives

 

I am the wind

This poem is about: 
Our world

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