Wind is a wonderful thing
Invisibly
it makes the leaves dance
And
trees gyrate as if shaken
By
an invisible hand
Water
is pushed before it
Rain
and snow are driven by it
It
ripples through cornfields
Whispers
in the grass
It
whistles through canyons
Whines
like a tortured spirit
Or
scream like a banshee
It
is a fickle force
It
can be silent like a mouse
Or
roar like a lion
Its
gentleness can caress your cheek
Its
awesome power
Can
toss you like a rag doll
Or
snap you like a twig
Its
power is to be respected
It’s
uncompromising and indiscriminate
A
force to be reckoned with
Whether
from the frozen north
Or
a bitter easterly
A
stormy westerly
Or
a vengeful tempest from the south
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