Whimsical (A Poem. Fear my new abilty!)

by Cj in a place where I can sing my heart out

Note to reader: I'm figuring out this new skill Fate has urged upon me. Please give me advice.

I think
That I am
A whimsical breeze
That flows over meadows
And waves at their peak
That whispers through treetops
And brushes the skin
A whimsical breeze
Perhaps I am

I think
That I am
A capricious maid
Who sighs over boys
And thinks she is plain
Who ponders life
And the meaning of it
A capricious maid
Perhaps I am

I think
That I am
A curious storm
That rolls over hills
And shatters the calm
That breaks the peace
Then returns it back
A curious storm
Perhaps I am

I think
That I am
A mysterious muse
Who gives one advice
On what to do
Who comes when she wills
Then disappears
A mysterious muse
Perhaps I am

I know
That I am
A skillful child
Who conjures up works
That are much admired
Who may be whimscical, or something like that
A skillful child
I know I am