The Cool Wind Poem by Rizwana Sultana

I am sometimes a gentle breeze.
So cool and light,
And sometimes a ferocious gale,
Moving everything with all my might.
The flowers, plants, leaves and trees
Tremble, move and shake,
To inform you that I am there,
And the branches break.

The dust comes soaring up,
And the petals of flowers fall,
When I ferociously,
And violently haul.
I am cool and relieving,
In the summer season,
And when I come blowing,
My sound and music, you can listen.

If the trees and branches
Remain still and stable,
You can never know about my presence
As I am completely invisible.
I shed the trees' seeds and leaves,
Which fall on the earth,
And the leaves get decomposed,
And seeds, to new life, give birth.

You long for my coolness,
And gentleness, when you perspire,
But when winter comes,
You forget me and heat you desire.
But again, when summer comes,
You recall me in summer days,
Again, I come blowing for you,
With a fast speed and pace.