The wind is a ghost

The wind is a juggler of leaves.

The wind is a roaring lion,

   coming to devour the trees.

The wind is a rainmaker,

   taking away life’s strife.

The wind is a thief in the night,

   taking away the obstacles of life.

The wind is a wolf,

   howling in the night.

 

The wind is an alarm,

   warning of storm and flashing light.

The wind is a sandblaster,

   ripping the soil from the earth.

The wind is an air conditioner,

   reviving the coolness of rebirth.

But, the wind is a ghost.

              –by Barron Greenwalt   Circa 1991