The Wind

Even though I am most important,
I am wind.
The breath that people know is there,
But ignore.
And if I am not being ignored,
I am being scolded.
Nobody notices,
Nobody cares.
People scold me for being strong,
And scold me for being weak.
I try to do my best,
But it never seems to work.
They should be thankful they have a breeze,
To cool them on a hot day.
They should be thankful they have barely any of me,
When it's cold.
Yet they are ignorant and don't realize,
They should be thankful for the good things,
And not be afraid of the bad.
Category:Poetry