The wind

The wind was quick and brilliant and sharp

The wind did whip and finger a harp

Then bore the sounds strumming upon it's back

Back and forth, forth and back

The wind did sing and dance and clap

And bore the sound of its own bark

And if it howled a bit too loud

And if it spoke in a voice like a man

It broke the words till it could not waddle

Or you'd hear the wind endless babbling

And you'd tremble at how much she fancies you dieing

The wind..