The Wind

Trees blow, the leaves scatter,
Raindrops go pitter patter.
Clouds race, the sky goes dark,
Babies cry and dogs bark.

The wind whistles around the hill,
It blows the sails of the old windmill.
It howls at the moon, and gusts though the trees,
The breath of the Earth that nobody sees.

by Imogen Lovera
November 2001