# Poem #89: The Wind

Author: bhscorch1313
Tags: Poetry

#90 of Poetry

Every thing in life has it's place, it's moment. Every little thing is important, in order to create the larger picture. I hope you enjoy this poem.

A small breeze passes through the town  
Sending a pile of leaves across the lawn.  
This small breeze wants to be something more,  
But alas, it is but a breeze.  
  
The breeze is not a stronger wind,  
Able to mess with the hair of passers by.  
It is not a strong wind,  
Forcing people to hide under warm coats.  
  
The breeze is not a gust,  
Lifting hats off their owner's heads.  
And it is not a dust devil,  
Whipping up clouds of dirt into the eyes.  
Of course, it is indeed not a tornado,  
Leaving a path of destruction in its wake.  
  
It is neither strong nor terrifying,  
Not something to be feared  
Or paid much attention to.  
  
The breeze wants to be more than a breeze;  
But remain a breeze it will;  
For even a breeze has it's time and place.  
  
~bhscorch

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