Mysterious, powerful, relaxing; all words that describe the wind
It’s everywhere and nowhere.
So perplexing!
It’s will, no man dare rescind.
She refreshes more than sun or seas
When she chooses to wear her outer breeze
Just as quickly she dons her wrapping glove
Enveloping all with winds of love.
She has neither shape nor substance true
But when she chooses to blow on you
Refreshment comes as morning dew
She dries your brow, brings comfort anew
Would one attempt to harness such
A wind that blows with healing touch
There may exist but one who can
The wind is stunned by by such a man
The smoke will rise
The wind will calm
As in smoke like guise
He puts the harness on.
