I wish that I could paint the wind

And color him

A form

A body

Of frenzied fine lines

To see him run

And play

Sneaking under light

white skirts in summer

Tousling and tugging

at nests of baby boy curls

In spring

And watch him thrash

In tantrums of gales

so fierce, that when he howls

Give me Rain!

Mother Nature complies

instantly soothing the scorch

of youth and fury

And as my brilliant strokes of red

Would begin to dissipate

into graceful shades of green

the wind, exhausted by temper,

will rest across the arms

of his green earth family.

Mother Nature shines on,

grateful of his calm

And Father Time continues

to tick, asleep as ever

with one eye open

And as for the rain…

A world at peace can quell

even the fiercest of storms