My zest and zeal 💙

Tussling and teasing tiny strands, unflattering everywhere

Amidst an Autumnal ambience out in the open air

Where my fresh, fluttering, clear crispness will caress you without care

Though do not fret about my turbulence..this is not a big deal

As I twist and turn those withered leaves around with my zest and zeal

I am on an never ending spoke, spinning around a whirling wheel

On my mission from our good old Mother nature, showing her grit and steel

And yes she is the reason why I must gust in a gale

Coz within her crazy commands, I simply have to prevail

As I suck in and out with all of my energy, exasperated as I inhale