It is wind that tightly wraps the flag around the flagpole,
It is the wind that unfurls it and has it fly and wave freely again,
Weather fronts come and go,
They bring still days and days with a different direction of wind,
Gentle breezes with a wispy touch that we love so much,
and then stern and, oh, so fierce big winds blow,
We just don't know which way it will go,
We just don't know.
The weather brings ongoing changes, sometimes hard to understand,
but we do know that we can't change the weather, no one can.
It is a mixture of things going our way and sometimes not,
With all the while us being thankful for what we've got.
The present becomes the past over and over again,
And we stand strong no mater what direction the wind is in,
Because the strength and love of others are there to show
that we can make it through when big winds blow.
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