Straight blows from the gust
Roughly touching those fields.
Creating storms of dust
As plants bend like shields.
Humbly bowing before the strong
It never seems to break.
To think that nothing will go wrong
Give in as much as you take.
As leaves rustle like a hand,
The great strong wind commands.
Bend by the river, bend by the land,
Returning back to how it stands.
© 2017 Delver J