By Georgia Wyess
The wind lingers on my neck as the cool breeze juxtaposes my warm skin
It tangles my hair and provides relief on a hot summer’s day
It carries people and birds and leaves to locations far from their roots
The wind can be gentle and welcomed and lovely
But the wind may also tear established entities to threads
Uprooting trees whom have lived for years and years
If one finds himself in a powerful windstorm, danger! danger! Fear the wind you once welcomed
As with all beings that are gentle and lovely, they can push and pull against the tide of nature
Be kind to the wind, for the same entity which bring peace may rupture this serenity