The Wind

I rose to the sun,

I laughed with the trees,

The wind kissed me softly,

I danced by the sea.

 

I slept in the night,

I dreamt of bright flames,

The wind played with smoke,

I give it the blame.

 

I wake to a storm,

I scream in depair,

The wind beat me harshly,

I struggle for air.

 

How the winds can change,

within just a day.

How the winds will change

every single day.

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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