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 When  he feels real bold. He pays-

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

To hold.