The wind

The wind

We never see the wind, but we can feel it. Do you know what it is like?

Sometimes the winds is like a happy girl. She smiles and ripples the lake. She laughs and sways the flowers.

And she dances with the tree and flags hours.

Sometimes the wind is like a naughty child. He grabs the little boy’s hat and throws it on the ground. He snatches the little girl’s balloons from her hand.

And he blows the lady’s scarf up into the sky.