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Journal

Monday, January 15


Wind

Nearly always in motion,
And have no sense of direction
Sometimes fast and sometimes slow
Due to pressure and temperature.

They are either useful or useless,
Generate electricity or change the landscape.
They can also be so strong,
Which destroy buildings and erode the rocks.

People like the weak wind,
which is easily found.

The trees and grasses wave to welcome her,
The flowers bowed or curtsy to her.
The birds sing and dance for her,
Children laugh and ran to embrace her.

Bring companies to the dead at the graveyard,
Bring soothing sensation to people at the beach.
Sing songs to the girl sitting at the window,
Send the smell of dinner to the hungry boy at the door.

The breeze too gives one a soothing sensation,
Calm us when we are restless or have nervous tension.
How do you think of this moving gas?
Do you, like me, love it as well?

~ { 16:38 }
AnnGie;