Blowing and flowing in the air,
Though not in sight, wind is everywhere.
Sometimes a breeze, sometimes a storm,
The wind keeps on changing its form.

Whenever flowing in a breeze,
It dances with the leaves on the trees.
It tickles our faces and plays with our hair,
And all our sadness it does repair.

But just like us, it becomes furious,
A destructive storm follows thus.
Making the trees dangerously sway,
It destroys everything in its way.

Calm and cool the wind may be,
But many a times devastating it can be,
Still oh wind! You are essential for all of us,
Though undervalued, you indeed are a colossus.

-Khooshi D Jajoo

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