Light and shadow mingle as Wind flirts with the leaves and trees

Its catcalls of swish and shhoo melt with static frequencies

Wind wanders into any ears that so happen to hear

They like him when he kisses them on summer days . It's clear-

They hate him when he destroys their home in a fit a rage. He pays-

No attention to where he travels for he only seeks the warmth of a hand-

To hold