The wind teases the leaves
threatening to carry them away from their home.

The wind cries and shouts
screams and yells.
It pounds on the trees
trying to displace them.

The wind fusses with my hair
pulling it every which way.

The wind is a bully.

The wind plays with the leaves
carries them a short distance
then lets them back down gently.

The wind sings and dances
whistles and hums.
It comforts the weeping willow
softly it touches it's bark
to let it know it has a friend.

The wind brushes my hair from my eyes
so i can see the world in new ways.

The wind is a friend.