Wind

Blowing tenderly upon my face,

like sweet kisses from an innocent babe. 

Much alike a naughty lad you blow, tongue in cheek;

making my hair and skirt go astray, in mischief. 

Sand and dust into my eyes, you send forth;

akin to a sullen juvenile, who has lost his mirth. 

From the womb of the sea, sometimes you rise;

possessed Poseidon, all out to wreck chaos. 

To thee, we owe our very breath;

blessed with which, is our beloved earth.