The Wind  

It bounces and frolics among the trees

And rustles each individual leaf

Plucking petals from their blooms

Never minding their pleas

Sends them flying among the leaves

Then settles among the drifting shadows to loom

And then wakes in sudden anger and flies

To knock and bash the eaves

To knock down the monsters of time-

The everlasting trees

And with failure and anguish it cries

With exhaustion suddenly dies.