Wind
A strong wind does blow
from one end of the sky,
it rushes to the other,
passing everyone by.
It neither howls nor whistle,
none hear it come their way.
Not a green leaf does it rustle,
No branch does this wind sway.
Yet we know it's in the air,
this silent ominous wind,
we see it moving everywhere,
and feel it deep within.
The wind makes some worried
about what their life will be,
It makes others excited
about things that they will see.
Nobody can explain the wind,
you'll find it rather strange,
it's not like any wind you've seen,
it is the wind of change.
20191101
Submitted to
#MyWritersPoetryPrompt
29th of 2019
#PoetryByHaroldHuang
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