wind

she has no face but yet you see her coming she cannot walk but she
finds a path of desturction she cannot talk but we hear her lauhing she
can be so weak but she can sink a ship at sea she whisps herself around
and she tricks us with her whispers, she plays games like a child she
runs and jumps and laughs, a sinister laugh in the middle of the night
like a ghost. when she does play these "games" she taps on window and
runs away she onpens letter boxs and hide round the coner. "ha ha2 she
screams in the field she play alone no one with her no friend but yet
she still laughs. we hear her late in the night she is not laughing any
more she is whinning she is lonly she needs a friend . the wind