The Wind Comments

the wind comes and goes at will. we know not how his happens just that it cools us on a summer day. lovely write

A beautiful poem. One does not know from which direction the wind comes. We can see the trees swaying to and fro. Clothes hanging on a line waving up and down. Most above all the air that we breathe is cleansed by the ever present wind. A thoughtful write.

Roar in gales Smile in breeze Beautiful poem. Thank you.

A description of the wind in its soft caressing form and also in its sweeping fury! ! Enjoyed! ! I invite you to read my poem- The Evening breeze! !

great write, kissing the flowers, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.