Pulling at you.
Tugging at you.
It's laughing in your face.

At times it roars.
At times it whispers .
Yet it seems so commonplace.

You can't hold it.
You can't see it.
But it messes up your hair.

It wafts a daisy.
It snaps an oak.
It frolics through the air.

So step outside.
Just take a walk.
The wind is waiting there.

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