The wind has no sound unless obstacles to blow around or between,

Through nothing can it pass, an opening must make way for it.

Travels and swirls across the sky with force and power,

Since the existence of time it remains alive but unseen.

The crackling of branches and twigs from the trees,

Rustling of the leaves moving through the shrubs, wind has sound.

Through chimneys you can hear the wind whistle,

Fences creek, chimes let you know the wind is here.

Windows vibrate and trashcans hit the ground like drumbeats,

From our ears we hear sounds in the wind.

Keith Garrett