The Wind

I fly silent through the day and night
I chill the bones of living things
The trees dance when I'm around
I make the snow swirl around
The grass bows before me
I'm the terror to the people Yet I help their recreation
The birds struggle against me
I seem to disappear But I'm still there, my presence is invisible
I confuse the trash and liter, I make them dance
I am the Wind
I am

by Josiah Imes