Wind
"What's wind" I asked one day
Is something there underneath the air
That makes it blow this way?
Is it magic, is it witchcraft
that creates this chilly draught?
What is the reason for this breeze
That bends the boughs of the trees,
Creates the waves upon the seas,
And flies a kite with greatest ease?
It seems that wind will always be
The greatest of life's mysteries.
Copyright © Sarah Furbank | Year Posted 2011
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