12) Wind
I skim the seas
I rustle the leaves
I blow away all the heat
refreshing and sweet
My home is above,
So high, So high
Close to the sky
Yet when I visit the earth
I provide fresh air,
I tangle your hair
I stroke your face
I caress the trees,
making them sway
I offer sweet wind,
I can blow the sand,
In your face
Making your eyes water
Factories, Industries
the pollute me so much,
Thick, black smoke
Making me cough.
I flow free like a bird,
Like cool, rushing water
Like a river flowing downstream,
Like a waterfall on a mountain
But I'm not water, no.
I can be sweet at times,
and playful yet harsh too
I'm not anything new.
I can pull down poles
I can tear trees by their roots
When I'm teamed with rain
I can cause a lot of pain.
Yet I give the creatures of the earth
Fresh, wanted air,
alongside me, The land and water
make up the atmosphere
A/N
Well, this one's quite long, I've used personification in it! :D

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Shadow
PoetrySo there is a creature... black, dark, formidable... a Shadow. I write all the poems I make up in this book. This is a collection of dark and delightful poems. Hope you enjoy.