Wind whistles trees,
Caverns, Trestles,
And houses along
Its way.
It carries its part well.
It knows it by heart
Or improvises;
Carefree and winsome.
Yes, I do think
The wind makes up
Its song as it goes
Along.
Not too many variations
To my ear, at least.
And yet never boring.
Drifting in and out,
Wind wafts
To the rhythm of
Its own creation.
Making an ensemble
Of itself.
A symphony for
It’s own delight.
~ by Stan Stewart
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