Love...

When the sun goes scorching Bright and grey That time you think of me You seldom pray Dark clouds gathering at the horizon Rains , the desperate expectation That time you do remember me Cloudy transportation Yes I am the flowy thing Silent whispers of glowy zing I am the wind The navigator of a kind You'll never fail me find Kissing the Antarctic ice Looping over the American Rice Whirling over African deserts Listening to the European concerts Pondering over the Australian planes Worried over the Asian constraints I keep moving around the global hives Distributing rains , nurturing lives At times fast At times breezily slower I keep moving, I am the power Like any power beneath the Sun I also owe arms and ammunition In my traumatic getup, I get apprehension Of tornadoes, of cyclonic devastation For some sweet teenage lovers on a grassy field, my breezes are lust , attraction I am the power to make or break I can generate power for your zeal I can set off a fire at my breezy will I can spread bushfires, to char and kill But you can't blame me for this freaky spill It's your deeds that force you pay the bill Keep the planet Green and don't cut trees Listen to the sounds of warning pleas Don't heat the planet as if it's a furnace Control your styles to put breaks to my menace I never like to get you in trouble To see you happy, I will be happy double But the ball's in your court, now it's up to you how to dribble @awesomelifes