Wind

Trees bend low as fierce winds blow And leaves fly to and fro The storm is slowly passing through the mighty wind is howling too When the storm is over, my mind is put at ease The wind is now a gentle breeze As it whispers softly to the trees Its fury had now ceased A feather in the air now sails It journeys as the wind prevails Until it makes its slow descent Landing gently in the vale To the meadow the wind now goes Where daffodils and lilacs grow And there a flutter of butterflies Rise high in windy skies