The poet is describing the wind storm in his song. The rhythm is unbelievable.
The wild wind is blowing
The world is spinning
It’s color is changing
from golden to green
Love is in the air,
some accept and return
Others throw it away
It’s a puzzle none can grasp
The unruly wind makes one cry
and forget
the ever-changing color goes
from black to white,
there is a sudden lull
before it restarts its fury
It’s a battle of life,
You’re brave if you win
A coward if you lose
It brings bad luck,
to a whole host of people
who lose everything.
Such is its pattern!
……………………………..:) 😦
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Sabethville 