I know, it's kind of amateurish, but this is one of my first poems.
You can look out the window
And see that the sky is blue,
But you will never know I'm here
Unless the trees brush, too.
You make me
and you break me,
and yet you cannot see me.
You feel me
The Earth seals me,
And yet you could never be me.
Hurricanes,
They are my mother.
I love her, but
I am only
Her child,
Very mild,
Not as wild.
You make me when you breathe, and
Break me when you stand.
On a hot summer's day,
I'm the soft wind.
Very grand.
