The wind is blowing, the clouds are floating,
And the green trees flutter all the day long.
Sails are ready, it's a fine day for boating,
In orange sunshine, birds are singing a song.
Can you hear the wind, whistling a happy tune,
And making the tallest trees shiver and shake?
Or dancing in a garden, with flowers of June?
But when the wind is dying, a sighing it makes.
Can you hear it howling, whenever it is angry,
And people have to run fast after their hats?
Then it blows softly again, in a passing fancy,
And crimson butterflies play with curious cats!
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So engaging and lovey. The melodious tunes of wind carried me to merry world and angry not of wind flew me to burning fire in it.. beautifully you used moods of wind to describe the beauty of nature with butterflies and cats. Lovely.