The Wind

The wind is whistling softly,
Passing through the trees,
It's in a gentle mood today,
A warm and lovely breeze.

The wind is everywhere right now,
Blowing different ways,
You can't tell where it will go,
On these playful days.

The wind is howling loudly,
At the cottage door,
It mourns for warmth and comfort,
These are things that it yearns for.

The wind is tearing at the waves,
Of the ocean blue,
It is angry yet again,
That the rain's untrue.

And through the stages of the wind,
Through the breezes and each gale,
The wind is ever present,
With it's own erratic tale.