Thoughts of Wind
Thoughts of Wind
The capricious wind forever plays,
Rolling tumbleweeds
Toppling old trees,
Resting to a breeze.
Mysterious wind comes from where no one knows,
Look to the sky, unseen it blows
Black clouds leaden with rain,
Then it is gone, silent again.
Wind is the witch that is jealous of traffic
It shoves even cars to and fro,
And ruins hair and raises dresses,
Only to suddenly go.
Tornadoes torment wind’s natural inclinations,
Tearing, shearing the earth of construction,
It cries torrents as it was forced to do
Unthinkable chaos.
Then there is the wind that is the mighty angel,
Blowing the earth, planting its food,
Whistling, whispering, or breathing softly,
Without it what would we do.
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