Who sings in the curtains, <br />by the window panes, <br />Who sings in the clouds, <br />pushing the rain, <br />Who sings in the yonder- <br />then comes close again, <br />Who sings in the night, <br />and at dawn, so faint? <br /> <br />Who sings in the mill blades, <br />turning and turning, <br />Who whispers the laundry, <br />gently yearning, <br />Who sings in the springtime, <br />when the flowers are darning, <br />Who sings round the fire, <br />when the leaves are burning? <br /> <br />Who sings in the storm <br />and splashes the tides, <br />Who lives in the air <br />and on high kites rides, <br />Who kicks up the dust <br />and throws it to sky? <br />It's only the wind: <br />air personified.<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-wind-is-air-personified/
