A Gift to Life
I am strong but yet weak.
I am the color of blind, no one pays me no mind.
I am gentle, sometimes aggressive.
I come from beneath and I come from above.
I put the breeze through her hair and made him fall in love.
I can move a tree, I can move the sea,
I am very old with a lot of energy.
I am the blame when there's no answer.
I am the cause but without a motive.
I carry sounds and I carry souls.
I carry love and I carry peace. I'm like a dream,
when your not sleep.
I am a product of a mysterious creation.
I am a gift to life.
I am your friend. Who am I? Finally,
I am the wind.
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