Blow

Comes and goes
just like the wind blows
the air
I breathe
I am  ...

 Sometimes hot and heavy – not moving
Sometimes cold and wet-too cold to feel
 It's swirling like a wind whirl
 So confused doesn't know to decide which way to go
I am a grain of sand
 caught up inside
blowing from here to there
 slowly gently wildly from corner to corner
up and down far and here
I am a cloud
 always on the go
move on,  with sun

 world still turns , turns on its own
the day turns to dusk
shadows appear
 I blow
come , and then go..