The Wind

This very descriptive poem about the wind was written by Martin Silvester … you may also be interested in reading his first book of poems called Last Apple on The Tree

The Wind

Where have you been and what have you seen,
As you flow upon your way.
Whether gentle breeze or hurricane,
You move on, but never stay.

We can see hailstones and snowflakes,
And quite often see the rain.
We can see the sun, but we can’t see you,
As you die…then you come again.

You caress the sand in the desert,
Climb up the mountains face.
Produce the seas white horses,
As around the world you race.

When you are here, you’re everywhere,
Waving branches, twigs and grass
If you’re angry, we sit and cower,
And pray that you’ll soon pass.

If it’s too hot, we hope you’ll come,
And cool our fevered brow.
If it is cold, the opposite,
That you’ll stay away, for now.

You were present when the world was young,
Blew volcano smoke around.
You have played on the backs of dinosaurs,
Waved flags on each battleground.

You prune the dead wood from the trees,
Help seeds to find new ground.
Play your part to change coastline,
By forming waves that pound.

We’ve  learnt to put your power to use,
In many different ways.
Pushing boats and windmill sails,
Flying kites, on windy days.

We’ve watched you sweep  the clouds along,
And remove trees summer frocks.
We’ve also seen your angry side,
When you blow ships on the rocks.

The air we breath surrounds us,
Only seen on frosty days,
A precious gift that we all need,
Replaced, by the wind, as it plays.

So thank you wind, long may you blow,
We should rejoice when you arrive.
Because you’re one of natures gifts,
That keeps mankind alive.

© Martin Silvester 5/4/15