I have climbed steep mountains
And have conquored their peaks
I have laid waste, in fury
I have often been weak

I am she, who's the messenger
Across sand and sea
I've spread wide, the star seeds
Now, gather to me

I am cold in my anger
With warm gentle touch
When love is in bloom
I caress you as such

I am spirit, I am the whisper
In the ear of a lover
I am strong, I won't bend
I am sister, to your mother

And if you know me
This I will tell
For I come as a thief
In the night, as well

For I am reaper and sower
Enemy......friend
And percieved here, as both
For I am the wind!

*often, we can be weak or strong..even simultaneously. but the wind is never beaten. that intangible, tangible...that resides in us all...if we but search for it........k