If I were a wind, I’d blow,
and fly,both high and low.
I would destroy, just to see,
How humongous, power can be.
But, after a test or two,
Causing death and despair,
Of my power, I’d be aware.
But,
can I make one flower petal move?
Or am I here, just for doom?
I’d whirl around,
Blow through the trees,
Gently, to not rip the leaves
The shashling sound so, so enormous,
is just gentle enough
to make leaves whirl around,
rising all, off the ground,
but now, quiet and slow,
still forward I’d go,
Left only a tiny gust
to lift a droplet of dust
to a bead of dew
and make it lightly,
wiggle,
twiggle,
Drop