This is actually a song I wrote but works just as well as a poem. That is how it was originally written anyway. Hope you enjoy. As always your comments are welcomed.
SWIRLING WINDS
Swirling Winds Swirling winds
Tiny Funnels of power begin
The rains will come the winds will blow
Spinning colors of silver and gold
Tip toe starlight gently inhale life
Her lungs fill up like balloons and kites
Sad clown visits and makes her cry
Out slips the balloon and is lost in the sky
Something left her she stares at the balloon
Now now it's free, free from it's tomb
Her hair whips in the winds of change
She feels deaths clutches let loose from her veins
Swirling Winds Swirling winds
Tiny Funnels of power begin
The rains will come the winds will blow
Spinning colors of silver and gold
She spins and spins with freedom and joy
Spinning pictures of colors lke ponds filled with koi
She sparks others who stare hypnotized
By the pastels and hues glittering in the skies
Swirling Winds Swirling winds
Tiny Funnels of power begin
The rains will come the winds will blow
Spinning colors of silver and gold