The Wind
Written by Torrie DeMore
One day as I walked through an eerie wood,
the wind spoke to me, though I didn't think it could.
Now if you had ever spoken to the wind,
at first you would fear you had committed a sin.
For the wind, as he did not know the power he had,
spoke to me so harshly and loudly that it made me mad.
The wind, only trying to make a friend and say, "Hi!"
shrieked in my ears and almost made me die.
My heart leapt in my chest when the wind snuck up behind me,
"Hey you scared me!" I shouted back to he.
"Maybe if you were quieter, someone would be your friend,
instead of running when you come 'round the bend.
Quit yelling in people's ears and you will find,
to you, people may appear more kind."
And since that day I talked to the wind,
the days have been nicer without the wind.
He's still there, just not as loud,
he will try to be better, this he vowed.
Can we trust him?
Not until the day the wind looses his vim.