The Wind of the Grasslands

The wind stampedes across the tundra like a herd of wild horses Rising and falling at every role of a hill Sweeping acros the land erasing the slightest trace of a living creature The animals huddle toether to escape the haunting lashes of the wind The wind whips into the faces of those left out as though it were the mane of a wild horse Howling moans come from the small clifts as the wind flys over it's edge The sky darkens as the wild free wind gallops across the prarie The sun slowly fades in the fast moving clouds that are tormented by the wind Drops of rain start to fall like descending angels More and more angels drop from the heavens Lightening flashes and thunder cracks Small animals scurry down their holes as the wind moves faster Suddenly the sun breaks forth And the storm is gone more quickly than it came Like a spooked herd of horses the wind races off to the unknown