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Jan 2014
My friends call me by Sim Salobin my enemies dont speak my name
I have spent Eons so I wouldn't be known, its only through others you would see my fame
I don't ask for very much, you may not know me by touch, but if you are a friend you can call my name
I can be gentle or I can rage very quickly
I have killed and have brought rain to places where there is terrible drought
Judge me if you will for its empty boots I fill in fact you will never see me
I have been all around the world in every possible way the Earth (Mother) is round
from around the equator or from North to South Pole I am everywhere
I am called cruel and it is said I just dont care
But without the trees and Plankton and me, what would you do for your air?
I dont try to hurt people or the trees who are my good friends
Yes Wizards and Mages can stir me, they even may be able to call me, but they will get very little for their trouble
So if you dont think of me or even know where I might begin
Remember this if you will? it's quite Elemental, and try to understand. I mean I mean no one ill,
so if you need to give me a name just call me the Wind
Written by
Mar Brock  Oregon
(Oregon)   
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