Friday, 15 April 2016

The Wind

It touch me gently brushing my face, 
With all its pleasant magnificent grace, 
Moving through the trees making the branches come alive, 
The bush leaves sway from side to side moving so gracefully then they dive, 
Listen very carefully its blowing through the trees making sweet music with all the branches and leaves, 
Moving things around and taking them from the ground, 
Making them glide with so much pride, 
It’s using so many things you’ll think they all have wings, 
It’s the wind blowing it blows light then it blows with all its might, 
You cannot see it but you know it’s there, 
Picking up so many things and taking them to the air it’s the wind. 

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