the wind is slow at times but fiercethe sound is silent but intent filled
the heavens' eyes where it came free
is watching on how it works its wings
sometimes it let the branches sway
sometimes it let the branches break
the wind just blows without a care
the wind will take whatever on its way
the wind moves on and on
the power of it is so strong
the hat is gone the roof is blown
the house is wide open, the head exposed...
the wind, the air we breath is both deadly and life giving...
thanks dear artists for your wonderful art :)
