The Wind

Listen to the wind,

How it kicks the elder trees,

Hear it dance

beneath the clouds,

And kiss the falling leaves;



Like a wave it licks its prey,

Helps the wandering petals stray,

Sends the lost seeds on their way,

Guides the flying gulls to bay.



Turn an ear,

Bend you down,

Close your eyes,

Don't make a sound.

As the wind howls and sings,

Feel its laughter toss and ring.

As it whispers in your ear,

And rushes against the ground.



The wind is always angry,

The wind is always glad,

Its countenance is playful,

The same time it is mad.



It rushes like water,

And sometimes it is still;

Yes, everywhere it's different,

Obeying our Maker's will.