January 30, Poem #20 The Wind

This poem was written off my story, The Gossiping Wind.

TheWind
By Melody Beerbower

I am the wind.
That is my name;
A restless spirit
You cannot tame

I am the wind.
No rules bind me.
I go where I please
Unfettered and free.

I am the wind.
I have power.
Trees quake at my coming,
Even buildings cower.

I am the wind.
I can be still:
A cool, silent stream
Boding no ill.

I am the wind.
I am a current of air.
I am nothing,
And yet I am there.

For I am
       the wind...