The wind is a star
a moon, an atom
It roams the nights and days
Like a whispering phantom

The wind is a needle
Through mountain and road
The wind is a car
And is never to be towed

The wind has got treasures
It burrows them deep
It has got hoards
That it will always keep

The wind can be a baby
That happily snores
Or can be a giant
Who angrily roars

The wind is an acrobat
It does cartwheels and somersaults
It is also a dancer
As it dances the waltz

The wind is a monster
It is a raging cyclone
But alas it’s actually
Quite lonely
So that is truly who it is…