Wind! As Soft As It Is Please Read And Make Advice! Poem by Ashley Reeves (male)(13)

that frosty tap of the gentle air,
that freshning smell that makes the pair,
its softning touch, spinechilling ice,
i wish i wish. i could surfice.

then the world takes perplexement,
its slow creep, just a segment,
doesnt it remind you of a glimmering star,
its enchanting breath will take you far.

but finally with naught to fear,
it swiftly sways without a tear,
its great mind could destroy us all,
but forget that we must stand tall.