The Wild-Wind Blows Poem by Smoky Hoss

Over the hills
through the trees,
amongst the grass
doing whatever it does please -
the wild-wind blows.
Around the clouds
filling ships sails,
down upon the water
singing to dolphins and whales -
Out in the field by day
and the city by night,
sweeping the streets
with a fitful fright -
Through mountain tops
and canyons deep,
awaken the world
for there's no time to sleep -
Across the continents
covering every land,
something powerful on the move
is very near at hand -
The Wild-Wind blows.