I am the wind that gathers in the mist of the sea.
I churn in the middle of the ocean.
I gather my strength from within,
the confines of his collected wisdom


I am the power of the cosmos.
At any given moment, I devastate without mercy.
The tears of the heavens I collect;
and douse your souls without regard.

For it has always been and it shall always be.
I move upon the face of the Earth;
cutting trails through tall grass.
I reap havoc in your psyche, demanding respect.

Fear me! For you do not understand!
My language is death!
My purpose is life!
For I am a mere figment of his breath.