"The Cyclone" - Written 27/05/08

He twists in rustling calls,
As he dances through the skies,
Forever winding, as the sun falls,
Turning still, as the shadows rise.
Breezes and blows across all lands,
Playing to all creatures demands.

Sometimes greeted as a friend,
Like a breath of clean, fresh air,
Other times feared as the end,
A twisting column of despair.
Yet still he moves among us all,
Deep within us, among our calls.

Wrapping himself across the world,
Breathing his life into all lands,
In movements his cries and calls are heard,
Among living leaves, across soulless sands.
Grasped in his care, all of us, living kin,
He is breath, he is air, his name is Wind.