I'm the push to force a wind,
the lift of up and down.
The world is lost with in its spin,
as I go round and round.
Felt by every blade of grass,
warming every seed.
I give life to everything,
I fulfill all needs.
You are here but by my choice,
removed in just the same.
Can you say just who I am?
Do you know my name?
saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/who-47/
