Poems (White)/Wind
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WIND
Wind, with your power, wind, with your might,
Wind, with your force, and wind with your height!
What is the damage you cannot do?
What is the trouble you cannot brew?
Blowing and blowing, blowing again,
Carrying with you snow or hard rain.
You roar and whistle, you bellow, scream;
You rattle, you rumble, you rock and you bend,
Havoc and damage, losses you send.
While you are singing your boisterous song,
We know surely our fence will go wrong.
Trees, roofs, posts, poles, and houses as well,
Fall to your music in tunes that swell.
Thus you bring havoc, sorrow and grief.
Wind, with your force, and wind with your height!
What is the damage you cannot do?
What is the trouble you cannot brew?
Blowing and blowing, blowing again,
Carrying with you snow or hard rain.
You roar and whistle, you bellow, scream;
You rattle, you rumble, you rock and you bend,
Havoc and damage, losses you send.
While you are singing your boisterous song,
We know surely our fence will go wrong.
Trees, roofs, posts, poles, and houses as well,
Fall to your music in tunes that swell.
Thus you bring havoc, sorrow and grief.
Why so delight in such ruffian fête,
When you can be so gentle and sweet?
When you can be so gentle and sweet?