Hustling and rustling
Searching for a path to follow
With tough and soft touches
I bear happiness and sadness
Refreshing and stifling
Depending on my swinging mood
I may come on a sunny day
When like a child I want to play
But with the dragon spittle of fire
I tear down your yawning hay
Many are my siblings
Hurricane and Tornadoes
There are more to mention
But to not increase the tension
I'll keep my list slim
High and low, tough and soft
Pleasurable and pressuring
As Mother Nature dictates
Written By
Ndem-Orji Marian
JSS 3 B
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