Broad sweep of branches, how they dip and swirl. <br />Contrasting trees, in unison they whirl. <br />Waves passing through these naked stalwart boughs, <br />The gale with all its wiles, fair sighs and soughs. <br /> <br />Turbulent sea, the air plying its trade. <br />Invisible source, always on parade. <br />Invading, rushing, over and between, <br />Driving itself, no one can intervene. <br /> <br />It’s just amazing this impressive sight, <br />Like motion of an ocean, air in flight. <br />Zephyrs moving fast, buffeting free, <br />An action viewed with awe, fait accompli. <br /> <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/motion-of-an-ocean/
