The Wind

She moves in circles, dancing and swaying across the tree tops Serenaded by the thunderous symphony of dark storm clouds Rain joins and embraces her, gathering momentum to fly toward the sky She whispers and cries, soon making her way back to the tree tops She embraces her relentless power and releases anger as destruction Trees soon surrender falling at her feet, she has made her voice known She is sleepy now, the sky appears calm and brighter, the trees are still She disappears and retreats until the next unexpected stormy symphony