WATCH THE WIND   


  The trees dance and sing, they speak, 


  Swaying back and forth, up above.

  Leaves, and many material things are 
  Swept away, through the streets,
                     
   See the windows shake to what moves.

  Grass is like a flowing wave,

  There's a presence that moves.

  The sea crashes against the rocks,

  It's a force that drives its course.

  There lies within the eyes, a picture,

  From all that it does, a form exists,

  Watch the wind, see it travel, watch the 
  Wind.
          Keith Garrett