Windy

Following all murmurings and motions
the noise does not excuse itself;
through a tunnel it speaks;
not a raucous but a commotion,
though it does not shudder from the brown shadows
it peaks through each synapse
fearlessly prevailing upon all creatures,
closing the venetians and can still hear it!
o'er the hills and wandering valleys
through each blade of grass, each grain of sand,
it blows onto the rocks, the water has ripples
for the old lady, her cart, and her walk which is crippled!
defenseless and cautious its force is not to be reckoned with.
dynamic is its strength and beautiful is its call,
for in winter, spring, summer and fall,
tis the tree who tries to stand tall,
foresaken wishes leave us devoid,
for the force of its energy is so strong,
better to forfeit than to be swept up,
instead the toiling is whisked away,
and the wind is triumphant for just one more day!