Winds

Grabbing old trees by their arms, you rip them from their rooted home. Sending splinters through rooftops, and turning raindrops into stone. You whisper words of passion, gently into my waiting ear. Caress me with soft fingers, pushing summer days ever near. You rustle through green branches, of the tall oaks and maple trees. Bringing a welcomed relief, from the torture of summer’s heat. Howling like a wild banshee, proclaiming summer days are gone. You send kaleidoscope leaves, scattering cross the browning lawn. Pushing dark clouds cross the sun, the world looks like it’s not alive. Snowflakes dance upon your breath, skipping across the empty drive. Through long winter nights you moaned, bringing nature a tragic death. Shrouds of white cover the land, formed from your frosted, frigid breath. You warm the earth with your song, as you dance over hill and plain. Peace and joy ride on your wings, as you bring life to it again.