Winds

Dactylic Pentameter Wild wind with force to demolish our buildings and homes in town. Wail on Comanche and scream your shrill anger down streets and paths. Ye do destroy and kill running amok to knock structures down. Twister, run show your destructive mark tossing glass plates and laths. Gentle wind, redolent, bringing fresh fregrance of seeds in bloom. See how all leaves on the trees do move quietly, easily. Wee waff, sprite that comes dancing in, leave a deposit, scented room. Soundless, you're free of distracting din, traipsing far breezily. Ocean's prevailing wind, drive our ships sailing to distant lands. Make for them speedy good passage without loss of time in rout. Oh, fill their sheets full and being compassionate, save all hands. Be now consistent all days strong, and ending then, free of pout. Zephyrus, western wind deity, be our guest, blow a kiss. Be in our gardens a sweet and sonorous love melody. Please this hour, giving to those who do rendezvous certain bliss. May their hearts find new contentment in blessed song's rhapsody. Boreas, coldest wind, northern god, play not your ditties now. Rather yet, seek to relax in yond meadhouse with honey drink. Scheme not with Odin to leave from Vahalla but make this vow: I will forever thus be hence Aurora's king consort link.