WIND IS A WONDROUS THING;
CAN BE GENTLE AND SOFT,
OR HAVE SHATTERING FORCE;
BLOWING WHOLE BUILDINGS ALOFT.
FROM SMALL DUST DEVILS,
SPAWNED AT LOW SPEED;
TO DESTRUCTIVE TORNADOS,
MAKING THE VERY LAND BLEED.
A LIGHT BREEZE CAN BLOW,
ENOUGH TO FLUTTER LEAVES;
OR A HURRICANE CAN ROAR,
SNAPPING TREES WITH EASE.
THUNDERSTORMS CAN BLOW,
RAIN AND LIGHTNING FLASHING;
MILD, COMPARED TO A CYCLONE,
WREAKING HAVOC, STRUCTURES CRASHING.
A HOWLING WINTER BLIZZARD,
FREEZING EVERYTHING IN ITS’ PATH;
A STINGING DESERT SANDSTORM,
CHOKING ALL IN ITS’ WRATH.
THE WIND CAN BE A FRIEND,
COOLING A BLISTERING DAY;
OR CAN BE A POWERFUL ENEMY,
DESTROYING EVERYTHING IN ITS’ WAY.
1995 BY WAYNE J. WAGAR
