What is it?
Is it the gentle breeze
Or the storms that kill
Does it carry
Your dreams, your wishes
With floating white fluffs
To up above
Does it play
With your hair
As you scream
Running down the hill
Does it get
Angry
Hurricanes, tornadoes
Show how powerful it is
Wind
So what is it?
You will have to answer that
After all, it is what you make of it