WIND

I

Apple trees high
Apple trees low
Wherever the wind blows
An apple tree grows.

Birds fly high
Birds fly low
Wherever the wind blows
Birds will soar.

Make a wish
Send it far
Wish upon
A shooting star.

Life has been lived
Life is alive
Make your life
Live like the wind.

II

The wind outside her window
Sounds like a sad, lost soul
With nowhere to go
It just swirls and twirls
Around in spaceIt has no face
Just a hollow wailing
As it rushes by
It makes her wonder
Is the wind just wind

Scott Ransopher