A destructive cycle
The wind runs in circles
Tearing apart
Everything that it touches
Its repetition
Still changes position
There’s more to destroy
With a lack of precision
It roars like a train
As Earth below strains
To keep hold of itself
As the gale force still gains
Overpowering gravity
Breaking its shackles
To toss us all skyward
As silver light sparkles
A Life in Poems 