Wind
Keith Grigsby
2 February 2009
Wind
Blowing,
Growing,
Unrevealing,
Moving.
A presence that is not detected,
But constantly changing things,
Bringing up the past,
With its arms.
Like a revelation,
Power to make change,
Showing with another aspect on life.
Tornado,
Hurricane,
Thunderstorm,
makes you appreciate.
Like it I am,
Do you see your resemblance,
I see mine,
Wind blowing, growing, moving,
Ushering in the future.
2 February 2009
Wind
Blowing,
Growing,
Unrevealing,
Moving.
A presence that is not detected,
But constantly changing things,
Bringing up the past,
With its arms.
Like a revelation,
Power to make change,
Showing with another aspect on life.
Tornado,
Hurricane,
Thunderstorm,
makes you appreciate.
Like it I am,
Do you see your resemblance,
I see mine,
Wind blowing, growing, moving,
Ushering in the future.
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