The Ways of  Wind

An Original Poem By Catelin Haight

Wind is a wistful thing

Leaves and flowers ride its wings

Cradling in its arms a bird 

Its gentle whispher barely heard

Wind is a woeful thing

Mighty storms it  does bring

In its vigor- the hand of God

As it ranges- a maraud

The ways of Wind- still or strong

Chant an everlasting song

Of power, grace, and beauty clear

A hymn for all to always hear.