Breeze of life

Welcome the breeze of life, Which cuts like a knife, Sometimes acts as a wife, And sometimes protects the wildlife. Its is so strong, Not seen but long, It can even hit a gong, And tell you ding dong. We can't stand against it, It has its own spirit, Its a kind of a flit, And you can never quit. It doesn't matter if it rains, Or if you are sitting in planes, Or if you are in trains, But try to use your brains. It makes things swing from here to there, It makes you stop your flair, But its rare, And life is never Fair. Just keep thinking, Keep blinking, Keep drinking, And keep inking. You cannot physically see the breeze, It will make you bend on your knees, It may even make you freeze, Just tell God to stop please. Though we live in different places, Some have braces, All have different faces, But still all of us are stuck with our own cases. It makes things fly, We don't know why? It doesn't matter if its wet or dry, But we just cry, cry and cry. It destroys things in no time, Its sometimes Clime, It sounds like a chime, And I hope you love my rhyme.