Person, Woman, Man, Camera, TV

Person, Woman, Man, Camera, TV

It’s so great to be a person,

We can bring so much joy,

To do good things here in this world,

If you’re a girl or boy,

And let’s say you’re a woman,

The trials that you go through,

To fight against those evil views,

Which fail to value you,

I write this as a modern man,

‘Least this I try to be,

To speak against misogyny,

Wherever it I see,

When it looks to the camera,

To speak its evil hate,

We must all do one more good deed,

As these carry more weight,

For now it’s there on the TV,

His smirking, harmful face,

So make sure when November comes,

It did not win the race.

Wind

Wind

We’re sculpted by her forces,

Her brushes paint with time,

She blows against the rocks so hard,

But makes a scene sublime,

And other times she’s gentle,

Her swaying in the trees,

To listen to her symphony,

Her notes speak through the breeze,

This scene is set before her,

A field of crops and grains,

She blows away the big dark clouds,

And clears away the rains,

And when down by the ocean,

She makes our senses flow,

That unique smell of salted air,

We smile as our cheeks glow,

She also has a cheeky side,

To lift a summer dress,

Oh wind, you’re mother nature’s voice,

I love you more, not less.