The Wind

When it left the Arctic it was as a wild angry wind that stormed its way across the ice bound Arctic ocean. Blowing the snow clad icebergs and whipping up the ocean. As it crossed Alaska and into Canada it had gentled now it played games with leaves and softly kissed flowers. Gaily it soared over the Rockies and tugged goats beards causing them to shake their heads and stamp their feet. In Playful mood it swept on hugging the coast awhile then veering inland, it travels the plains and grows in strength turning into a raging tornado causing havoc as it passes. Moving ever southward it basks in now warm sunshine and skips over the gulf of Mexico filling yachts sails. Deep down in South America it turns into a wild fury that uproots trees snapping them in half like matchsticks, Then onward once more dancing past the Falkland islands. Its destiny is now in sight and with triumphant roar it rushes on over the Antarctic ocean and slides up the icy barrier then screams its way across the tundra yet slowly it loses its power and as it reaches the incline this moody wind fades away until with final breath it dies.