She is the wind
She is strong and steady
Ever changing, going wth the flow
She is fast approaching yet calm
Until the thunder strikes
And the lightning roars
The rain will pour and she will rub it in your face
She will never be yours
She cannot be captured

She is the wind
She is forever there, yet you will never see her face
She is resilient, defiant and thick with the scent of fresh cut grass and a mans tears

She is fear
She is strength
She is surrounding
She is everything you dream
She is all encompassing to the extreme

She is the wind* and she's beautiful to see
More beautiful than I can describe in poetry
Her mind is racing with no ultimate goal

She is the wind and she will steal your soul
When the dust settles and the storm moves on
She will lose control
No one can know where she'll go

She is the wind
Fear her mind and beauty
She is pure poetry
Flowing along naturally


*She is me