The Uniqueness of Wind

It whistles through the pines

And blows the leaves astray

It comes, it goes

But never is it to stay.

At times bringing disaster

At times calm and peace

And if you listen hard enough
You’ll here words it speaks.

Around since the beginning

And with us to the end

We always can observe

The uniqueness of wind.

By my daughter 13 yrs old
at the time of this writting

Lydia A. Dowell

Straitway