Personification poem

                                WIND

I wish to fly like the wind,

On top of trees,

It tactiles when it senses our touch,

Making the clouds cry and brings it,

What could we ever do with no wind?

No fresh air and no more cold weather,

It makes the leaves dance on the tree,

Makes my hair fly in my face,

She feels sad when we are sad,

Every day the wind blows,

In summers breeze.