Stand Up To Life

When the wind blows
Things get carried away,
whooo whoooooh ooosh!

With fury it swirls in
and swift like the eagle
it dashes away in passing time.
And who is left responsible
For every damage and mess?
I don't think we have to guess,

Winds of all sorts blow every day but if you are rooted the right way.
No uncertain wind will carry you away.

Alrick Shields
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