It soundsLike a freight trainRumbling down the steel railsCrossing the countryI hear the ramping upAnd the whispering waneAs the wind Traverses the woodsThe trees,Over a hundred feet tallSwayBack, forthLeft, rightCircling Each to their own musicThey arch and spiralWith the wind Not fighting itJust playfully wavingIt is curious.They are all confinedWithin the same atmospheric conditionsThe gustsContinue reading “Dancing in the Wind”