Wind

Blustering through the trees

A wonderful light breeze

That chills against my skin

All the leaves from the ground

Spin and spin and spin

The birds above my head

I see their feathers shed

The feathers float to the ground

before the wind takes them

Me, they choose to surround

What a wonderful day

To be walking amongst the sound

Of blowing winds

And bushes, neatly trimmed.