A Wind Called Woman

A careless little flurry of air

Riding on the back of waves 

Forming multifarious clouds

Making my father ocean proud

I can be soft caressing zephyr 

Whispering love into my love's ear

A gentle breeze I can become

Singing lullaby to my little one

But those age-old days are gone

I uproot my enemies as a cyclone

Don't think of me as a dumb dame

I can present myself as a hurricane

Remember, I may blow like a gale

Leaving behind my opponents pale

I can be a typhoon, a tornado, a storm

Experiences of life turned me strong