Breezy Gust

When the breeze is calm.
When the winds blow you away.
It's hard to control your weather.
It's hard to understand how it affects people.
Being the breeze, an ingredient of relax,
A way to nurture the feels of good.
Being the wind, the gust that annoys,
The tornado that destroys.
You don't want to destroy,
But you can hardly control yourself,
Being so flowing, being so free,
And that's when you realize
That your best move is to blow
In a area somewhere else
Where you will be appreciated,
Or where destruction is needed.
Blow calmly, blow away,
But don't blow here.