The Day The Wind Was Still Poem by Carrie Ahrendt

Unmoving trees reached towards the sky
and flowers bent their heads
The water's edge was silent
For all the wind was dead

The night before a tone had broke
and ruptured, it did lay
with Mother Nature crying
at darkening of day

The leaves clung to the vines in fear
No swaying sound was heard
for now the wind was broken
as yet, there was no word

And each recalled the days before
of whistling, screaming noise
Playing in the gusty breeze
with such a playful poise

The silence grew unbearable
and smashed upon their ears
The rain fell down from Heaven
and wet the ground with tears

At last, they slept with teardrops on
Remembering before
but woke with shrieks of laughter
The wind was back once more