I am the wind, and I have always been.
A soft breeze, blowing past your knees
blowing pollen from trees to trees
with help from bees.
Oh the things I've seen.
Only ever pausing for a moment
before continuing my journey.
Always on the move,
A never ending groove.
Sometimes I'm strong,
sometimes I'm calm.
It just depends on my mood,
or my seasonal cues.
So say hello when I pass by.
I'm here for a reason,
I'll circle back each day,
each season,
and I thank you,
when you let the breeze in.
Life in a Storm 