The wind can so often be subtle and sweet
The lover of wind must be light on his feet
He must dance along gaily with its gentle sough
And allow it to caress him from *neck to elbow
It will sigh like an satisfied lover one day
But its energy can never be wasted away
The days will come suddenly where kites it will fly,
And the cord like a garrotte will cause it to cry
It screams among power lines, antennae and vanes
It skirls up the litter and strews it down lanes
The wind has been known to be biting and cruel
The lover of wind is an innocent fool
That fool becomes breathless, excited and scared
Whenever his love’s cutting teeth they are bared
On sea or on land, there are many who say
That the wind is a mistress who will never stay.
For the wind it blows hard, above and beyond;
Of its freedom the wind is most jealously fond