Grey day
Black night
Sun and Moon
Hide out of sight.
Clouds dominate
Cover stars
Sulking giants
Leaving scars.
But they are sad
They cry rain
To fill rivers and lakes and oceans
Again.
Wind dances
Graceful but cold
Powerful, yet delicate
Invisible river of gold
She teases the clouds
She whispers to the trees
She freezes the sun's rays
She churns up the seas.
She aids the birds
But she makes cold the Sun
And at the end of the day
Her work is done.
Your feedback helps Platypus understand what's working
Lines ever more unclear, Not sure I'm even here...
Wind wind how she roars clattering at our windows and banging down our doors. taking casualties as she blows.
Many don't like thunder, I really don't know why. I've alway though of it as a protector. Chasing away the stormy skies. He shepherds them through, And chases them away.
This wind is wild, Whipping the scrawny Fingers of the trees Into a lashing frenzy, Pulling leaves, Like teeth from blackened gums, Scattering their dying forms, A sprinkling of confetti, On the...
I am the wind,. I am the breeze,. I rip through,. The luscious trees,. I howl and whistle,. I growl and gripe,. I rattle your windows,. On stormy nights,. I change shape,. I twist and twirl,.
A weeping willow said to me. I'm crying uncontrollably. Because all of the other trees. Are growing skyward unlike me. There there I said don't be depressed. You're better dressed than all the rest.
I feel everything.
You force my house to creek As you try to blow it down. But you are no wolf, And this is no straw town. You can break some branches of trees, This little valley won't hurt for it.
There's nothing like, A real good storm. Don't know where it's going, Don't know where it's from. The calm before the hit, The eerie silence after it.
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