Oh How The Wind Poem by Beating Tree

Oh how one burst, one flutter of wind can break a cloud.
Oh how two whispers of gust from the sky makes trees dance in rain.
Oh how it hurts not to run with the leafs, to be forsaken by you.
Oh how it pains me to remember my wings, to be ostracized by you.
Oh how three burst, three gapes of air push me of my feet.
Oh how four chuckles, four invisible waves from above make birds float.
Oh how it fills me with jealousy to look at the kites you hold up high.
Oh how it fills me with memories of when I flew around in your love.
Oh how by the fifth time I’m dead in the snow.