I am the wind

I am the wind, of all the Gods’ children, the gentlest
I grant Earth her life sustaining power
I provide atmosphere for living things
Without me, creatures couldn’t breath and nothing would be green
However, don’t mistaken my maternal nature for vulnerable weakness
For my personality is quite capricious
When I am angry I can explode instantly,
With violent tantrums of tornadoes and hurricanes
Yet, I am most content creating harmony in nature instead
Listen to the sound of my psithurism symphony,
Whispering in the tall grass and rustling in the tree leaves
Here, I sing beautiful melodies with the gust of every breeze.
So, the next time you feel my sweet caress, remember this;
It is I, The Wind, who gives you breath