You think the Wind has a mind of its own [?]

Begins as a thought, than metamorphose…

Giant footsteps across the tin roof – throne blown –

Physical stuff, hah, the Wind will ignore those!

Tree limbs swaying and the old wood will groan;

The wind “gentles” with these, who aren’t your foes.

But the trash cans rolling down the street – thrown

By a wind saying LISTEN – but for those

Chimes played by the breezes, so nicely hone

To translate Nature’s yearnings, YES all those….