Invisibly it purrs proudly it roars
raising kites and our hopes along old trails and shores.
It speaks not in words, merely hints so it seems
Then in only an instant, it rips apart dreams.
We feel its gentleness in the swoons of our love
Ride it to destinations with a push or a shove.
It’s as old as the ages, yet who would have guessed
Its energy once captured, shows how we are blessed.
Now lighting our homes running appliances galore
Producing the handiwork from our factories and more.
Still we cannot predict what it will do next
Will it bring us new wealth or reduce us to text?
Here today and gone tomorrow
Whether friend or foe it favors sorrow.
We love it more than hate it, why else would we sing --
To those that we love, you’re the wind beneath our wings?
I grew to love the wind when Dad was stationed on that little island in the Aleutians called Adak, aka The Birthplace of the Winds. It was never still there. On really nice days it was little more than a stiff breeze, but once in a great while it would work itself up into what the indigenous peoples called a williwaw, which in my opinion is nothing less than a full-fledged cold water hurricane. Where we once had a lovely, wide beach to walk and dream on, it was reduced to a sliver of its original slice by one such storm that lasted three days. Nope. I daresay an Alaskan williwaw could take on an average cat 4 or 5 hurricane and have it cowering in a corner in minutes!
I love this poem of yours too, a change in your style, I see!winds of change and the positive ending note...."the wind beneath our wings" the wind power!!
We could not survive without the blessed wind that moves us Edward,
I agree its a might force of nature that keeps us alive. Thanks for sharing your thoughts today, I thoroughly enjoyed this
A book of nature inspired poems and essays, written from the heart and soul of a life-long nature, animal, and wilderness lover, and dedicated to today’s children - Earth's only hope for a better tomorrow.
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Rebecca
Was it meant for windy blowhards like me? ;-)
The wind is fickle, why we need backup when using it for steady power.
Love the reference to the song of the year at the end.
Ron
Regis.
I agree its a might force of nature that keeps us alive. Thanks for sharing your thoughts today, I thoroughly enjoyed this