The Wind

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