Just passing by...

just a riddle passing by...

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Just passing by…

 

 

 

I blow through your hair,

My essence is air

I travel along

Thousand miles strong.

 

Shifting through the woods,

And trapped in the hoods

I whirl and whisk

Sometimes I frisk.

 

Brutal or gentle,

Often temperamental

I move and remove

Don’t need you to approve.

 

My only reason

To follow the season

Exercising my freedom

At random.