Silent it mutters <br />Voiceless it utters <br />Lonely it cries <br />Wingless it flies <br /> <br />Through trees it stills <br />But howls over hills <br />Long it howls <br />And low it growls <br /> <br />Roaming plain and grass <br />Over waters it may pass <br />Waking under moon <br />And winging into rune <br /> <br />Trees it may toss <br />But grieves no loss <br />Ever it may be <br />But never to see<br /><br />Ivy Schex<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wind-9/
