Oh how I wish this wind would stop!

Leaves flying about, high in the air

My balloons, try to take me, please don’t pop!

I could wind up anywhere!

Streaks from the sky, a sunbeam escapes

It’s so annoying, the constant glare

I keep moving, back and forth I traipse

But the sun doesn’t really care

I guess I’ll have to hold on tight

Let the winds take me where they will

Drink in the sun until it is night

Then I’ll complain about the chill

March Writing Prompt:  Galloping Gadzooks – Day 2/31

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