The trees they sway.

The wind convey,

Their branches all a ’swinging.

The breeze can whisper,

Make you shiver,

On feathery wisps a ’winging.

The wind grows louder,

Cooling powder,

A dusting mist falls down.

The wind blows harshly,

Rain stings smartly,

The sky a darkening crown.

Keen air is screaming,

Hail be gleaming,

Our storms barrage rips leaf from twig.

But just below,

The soaked earth lo!

The ants do safely dig.