Describing the wind is like trying to describe color.
Its wonderful, something you feel, something amazing.
Something that allows you to get away from life.
But you cannot control it,
It has its own mind,
moves on accord of its own
thoughts
It can be destructive,
tearing away at houses,
ripping at tree branches.
Or it can be gentle.
A gentle sway in the trees,
a morning breeze.
It destroys and caresses.
Thoughtful wind.
