Windsong I

Wind is a wondrous
thing, with many faces and
ways both soft and fierce.

Wind is a gentle
thing, delicate like a
baby's sleeping breath.

Wind is a mighty
thing, bringing ancient oaks
and pines to their knees.

Wind is a quiet
thing, caressing fresh new leaves,
whis'pring through tall grass.

Wind is a deadly
thing, whirling in tornadoes
and monstrous typhoons.

Wind is a singing
thing, rushing and whistling through
the branches of trees.

Wind is a giving
thing, brining dark rainclouds to
the driest deserts.

Wind is a wild, free
thing, dancing over the plain,
whirling far away.

Wind is a wondrous
thing, with many faces and
ways both soft and fierce.