Wind
The wind howls
With a questioning scowl
Taking its flight
That will last all night
Trees dance along
To its never ending song
Grass peaking over
Moving much slower
The moonlight smiles
Spreading over miles
The sky's reflection
The wind's location
The wind starts to worry
Moving with a hurry
To live it's last hour
Slowly becoming sour
The wind begins to leave
Planning to weave
Memories into place
Leaving without a trace
