I Am The Wind.

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 hurricane,
Or a tornados curl,

I destroy and demolish,
Rip through the streets,
Pick objects up,
And throw them at your feet,

I can take away your breath,
With my mighty gusts,
Put me with rain,
And ill turn metal to rust,

But I can be calm,
A gentle breeze,
On a warm summers day,
I can cool and please,

I fly the limp flags,
Without me they wouldn't rise,
The monarchy without me,
Would suffer its demise,

The British flag would fail to rise,
A sign the queens at home,
Without my breath upon the flag,
Tourism would do nothing but groan,

I may cause destruction,
And havoc as well,
But without the wind,
The summer days would be hell.