Invisible forces

Whipping you around

Branches and leaves

All around you hit the ground

The Wind has no compassion

For the foolish caught in it’s grip

It will throw you without mercy

Terrified you stand

Unable to move

It seems to be a living creature

Anticipating your every move.

There is a kind of beauty

In it’s terrible rage

You can only gasp and stare

At it’s perverse kind of pleasure

In destroying all it can

What a powerful Master we have

Have you ever heard the wind?
I wish I could hear the wind.
I have a question youngster,
Can you refresh this old junkster,
Of how the wind whines?

What does it do now through the trees?
What does it do now in a breeze?
Have you ever played with the wind?
I used to always play with the wind.

I would make kites to soar up high,
and boats that would wade and depend on the sky.
Oh what good times I had with the wind,
I would look at the clouds with my kin.