Whistle Down the Wind

I whistled down the wind.
I chased it round the trees.
It bit my fingers with spiteful teeth,
While flying sharp in winter's blast,
Almost made me bleed.
A zephyr kissed me.
Nearly made me blessed.
Breeze blew up my shirt sleeves.
Warming body's core.
Hurricane disturbed me.
Blew my rugged world away.

From nucleus of nuclear war.
When nothing much was left.
The nuclear wind of change of change did blow.
Nothing left here now.
Ashes left at end of day.
From ashes arose the wind.
Perhaps I shouldn't have whistled.
Summoned up the wind of change!
By ladylivvi1

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