The Wind Poem by Noel Horlanda

One can feel the onerous thing
The sonorous sound it brings
It’s music to one’s ear
More than one can bear

The wonderful joy it gives
Enough for any one to forgive
The love and hate we mixed
Made every one vexed

Leviathan gas balloons in the air
Man and woman in basket stirs
Colorama of kites below dances
Shapes of different sizes balances

It propels plane in clear blue sky
Whoops down across valleys to vie
Encourages cliff hangers to dive
With yellow red sails to glide

It ploys sea crafts asea
To sail across the seven seas
Shoves surfboards aswift
Over pulsing waves adrift

Assail or unprovoked
Light, thunders evokes
Rising water rushes thru
Topple down trees in row

Wind power is ours to harness!