If you sit and listen
As the wind rushes past
You can hear it tell stories
As it whistles through the trees.
There are many ways
To describe wind
Weather it be bad
Weather it be good.
The wind is an old man
Sitting in a rocking chair
On the front stoop
Telling you of life and lost dreams.
The wind is a child
Happily playing
Going from one tree to another
In search of a hiding friend.
The wind is a fair maiden
Looking everywhere
To find the man
She loved but lost.
The wind is a friend
That picks you up
Takes you around
And gently takes you back home again.
The wind is an enemy
Tearing things
Away from you
And throwing them on the ground.
My favourite part of wind
Is the part that silently sings a lullaby
To take you off to the land of forgotten dreams
Where you don't worry about anything, not even the wind.
