The Wind

Because I could not blow for Wind,
it did kindly blow for me.
Pause to blow, like the Wind does.
It does blow,
it does generate,
it does install.

The radiate that’s really Violet,
Above all others is the flash.
Fiery, faint flash.
Are you upset by how chromatic it is?
Does it tear you apart to see the flash so colored?

All that is sour is not stink,
stink, by all account is sweet.
A stink is fragrant. a stink is mellifluous,
a stink is sugary, however.

Just like mixture of gases, is the air.
Are you upset by how diminutive it is?
Does it tear you apart to see the air so tiny?