The Wind is a Child

The wind is a child
Wanting to play with all it finds;
Leaves, rubbish, hats and umbrellas.

The wind is a child
With a child's tantrums destroying easily,
Knocking down for the patient parent to rebuild.

The wind is a child
Knowing a child's joy in creating storms in water
Just to see the sea's raging torment.

The wind is a child
Bringing cool laughter on a stilled summer day.
Playing softly over the parched grass.

The wind is a child
Teasing flowers, laughing with the butterflies
And bringing fresh promise of what could be.