SOUNDS' IN THE WIND


 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 creak, 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