Wind

Like a furious woman, Brooding and fierce in passing, Before her people scurry For shelter from her lashing. Whipping trees unmercifully, Beating the green tops around, Howling with anger and savagery, Then suddenly all calms down. Crashing the sea waves higher, Sometimes not making a sound, Giving new life to a fire, Stirring the dust on the ground. Soft as a baby's faint whisper, She ruffles a young blade of grass; Then fierce as the wildest twister She knocks down walls and breaks glass. She can be both crushing and helpful, Fulfilling the needs of the land. Providing power for the people, Obeying Nature's commands.