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