Light and shadow mingle as Wind flirts with the leaves and trees

Its catcalls of swish and shhoo melt with static frequencies

Wind wanders into any ears that so happen to hear

They like him when he kisses them on summer days . It's clear-

They hate him when he destroys their home in a fit a rage. He pays-

No attention to where he travels for he only seeks the warmth of a hand-

To hold

She bore no weapons
But that of a pen.
A retractable blade,
That was deadlier than it seemed.
She armed herself
With paper.
Her shield composed of books,
And with these tools she changed the world.
And you can too
But for better or worse
That's up to you

Light and shadow mingle as Wind flirts with the leaves and trees.

Its catcalls of swish and shhoo melt with static frequencies.

Wind wanders into any ears that so happen to hear.

They like him when he kisses them on summer days . It's clear-

They hate him when he destroys their home When  he feels real bold. He pays-

No attention to where he travels for he only seeks the warmth of a hand-

To hold.