By Grace M.

The wind whirls

Curls

Shakes

Quakes

It pushes the seas

And causes the breeze

It flies the kites

And stirs the nights

It rustles the leaves

And carries the bees

It sways the tallest of towers

And swirls the rain in spring showers

It brings the sand across the beach

And nothing can escape its reach

It shoots up to the sky above

And clutches every lark and dove

We cannot see it

Touch it

Grasp it

Change it

No, we canโ€™t see it move around

Or hear it make a piercing sound

If only we could hold it tight

Weโ€™d take a breath and take a flight

But we canโ€™t choose where it will go

Or whether it brings rain or snow

We cannot guide its endless way

We simply must embrace its sway