THE WINDÂ
By Davis Harris
Your gentle puff and strong gust,
Provide enjoyment for the the kite-flyers,
The tiny portions of pollen you blow.
Germinate and cause fruit to bear
but when will you stop hiding yourself? Hurricanes and typhoons ,
Would all be like clawless, toothless tigers
without you,
The clouds all depend on you.
But must you always hide?
Your mighty fury causes great
snips to be tossed about like leaves,
yet when there was not enough of you.
Ancient sailors jettison their cargo,
But why are you always hiding. The cautious pilot, the speeding motorist.
The tiny sparrow, the great eagles,
The aged wind vane, the small
anemometer .
All know of your gentle whiff or sudden
droughts,
But when will you stop hiding yourself
The swaying branches, the restless leaves on
the sturdy trees,
The particles of dust, the weary cyclists
All know of your presence
But why do we never see you?
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