The trees rustle their branches all askew,
Making such a racket as you wind your way through,
You stir my hair and tickle my cheek,
And whisper in my ear,
As you friendly blow through the sky,
As an unseen guy,
Today you are happy,
Making everything go tapping,
Then you leave just like that,
But you always find your way back,
You might come again stormy and loud,
Pushing and pulling looking all proud,
Maybe today was a bad one,
But you'll soon settle down,
Not pretend you're a friend,
One of natures gifts pinned,
I call you wind.
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