The wind will not bow to your beck and call.
He will swish swings and topple groaning trees,
He'll hum in infants' ears and make them bawl.
Sometimes, he's nothing but a mellow breeze,
Sometimes, his chaos causes hell to freeze.
The wind throws tantrums like a little child
His wisdom makes people fall to their knees
To rescue the world from his wrath so wild
And to make him compassionate and mild.
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A Little Bit of Nothing
PoetryWhen one looks at the world as a whole, this poetry collection amounts to nothing at all. Not only that, you and I probably amount to nothing. Yet, there is some substance, a little "something" that makes life worth living. We spend all our lives li...
