The Winds of Sneeze

 

By chance or fate, no one can say,
they stir the air and blow our way—
A whisper, then a mighty breeze,
Behold! The dreaded winds of sneeze.

They sneak through doors with ghostly grace,
then blast the nose right off your face.
No tissue strong, no mask secure,
can halt this force so swift and pure.

One sniff, one tickle, then—Achoo!
the pollen flies, the curtains too.
Even trees, in green unease,
bow low before the winds of sneeze.

So bless you, friend, and take good care,
when breezes dance upon the air.
For seasons pass, but still they tease—
the swirling, sniffling winds of sneeze.

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