The wind is something fascinating to me.
It can be a whisper singing softly above a tree
Or it could be a roaring and forceful power.
It can change is moods from friendly to vengeful within the course an hour.
Sometimes it captivates us as we listen to it sing
And we watch the birds as they freely and happily wing
High above the trees and high above the ground
But other times we are taken back by the unkindly sound
Of the forceful wind which blows things to and fro
It can blow in destructive circles or it can simply go
From east to west and north to south with great velocity
Sometimes it can simply be unnoticed, laying in sweet simplicity.
Though we canít see it, it makes itself known
In summer it cools us, in winter it chills us to the bone.
When the wind blows greatly and rains fall from the sky
As lightning and thunder call out to you and I
We run to take shelter upon the approach of a storm
The wind and the rain, the clouds take the form
Of a part of nature which we cannot control
For that is indeed not a part of mans role.