A wide eyed Wind

Inspired from the winds that blows by :p The wind that blows from the southern hemisphere to the north

Expecting the arms from the south
with a greater load in its arms, 
handing hand in itself away,
rains away all distances to the farms.

That spear holding fog,
that shield holding sun, 
passes by a great disaster, 
and it shall pass the gun.

It breezes and refreshes though,
to the edge to the center.
carries the tears in the poles
and it matters.

Yes, it matters!
it matters to the power 
to be conveyed , to be felt
ad  enjoy the meteor shower.

The arms are arms ,
eras will declare ,
declare the southern winds
and it will always be a fare.

Author's Note

My first poem ever written i my life. Easy words to understand. :) I just wanted to convey the message of the winds like a war