"The Wind" by Erik Mackey

The wind can be so gentle a whisper it only slightly sways the delicate leafs in trees above.
Or so powerful and unyielding it can shift and rearrange the very world from which we stand.
With windless life pollen could not float about, rivers would not bend, birds would dance with love.
Instruments of air that often caress the ear with pleasing tones,
would become useless solid mass for sale on helpless loans.
A torrid storm is but wind gone wild, shredding path of life and limb while flowing grand.
Scientist attempt to cage and define the wind within their graphs,
while those of us who feel and love the wind are filled with laughs.
Wind must talk and teach to all who listen,
while souls and beggars learn the lesson's.
Where it starts and where it ends is your sweet mystery and my best friend,
so lick your finger and feel my friend and maybe your heart too will mend.