cutting thru' the air,
huge blades rotating slowly,
silence.
Generating power and also fear,
Trapped in the valley.
turning and catching the wind.
There was no reason to feel threatened.
But I felt so uneasy,
huge blades,
turning and turning
cutting summer breeze.
Tall and menacing,
dancing to the wind.
Stalking my soul.
Giant silent turbines,
rotating and turning.
Cutting.
Cutting through the air.