Wind

Author(s): 
Kip (Contoocook, New Hampshire)

Winding swiftly through the trees.
Brushing over grasslands.
Never stopping,
Never losing a beat,
Coming with rain,
Or
Coming on just any old day.
People shiver as it rushes by.
Accelerating as it flies over mountain tops,
Switching into overdrive,
It speeds through a mountain pass.
Slamming into low as it maneuvers through a forest.
Continuing on,
A snowy barrenland comes up,
Taking its bitterness ,
Clenching it,
Adding it to its surprises,
Gnashing teeth
Driving people inside.
Ripping leaves of trees,
Destroying.
Unstoppable,
Unpredictable,
It is the mighty wind.