It is howling and a growling
Out there among the trees
Whipping up dry, cracked leaves
Carrying them high in the breeze.
You can almost hear it whisper
Trying to provoke a storm
Persuading the clouds to disperse
in any way shape or form.
It beckons to the seas,
collecting moisture from the air
to dampen lime green fields
and then water plants everywhere.
It gathers speed shouting down
Chimney pots creating a call
The soot shakes, sprinkles droppings
cinders and ashes start to fall.
That is the response to the wind
clever communication one sees
It is the call of the wind
it is a very clever breeze.