Wind

I sit amongst the tall stalks of grass that shift from side to side
I watch as they lose control
My papers rustle around until one slips from my grip and gets tossed into the air
I cannot help but watch it dance across the sky
The trees sound as if they are an ocean
Roaring...crashing waves hit the beach and then the water rolls back to sea
The wind has such a power that it can toss the tops of the trees around as if they were only leaves on the ground
Swoosh Swoosh I hear the trees fight against the wind and then give up
Little yellow flowers look like a brush stroke of paint across the green field
Clouds roll across the sky... the wind does not allow them to hang around and watch nature's dance
I watch as a bird fights against the wind
Feathers flailing and beak pushing forward
I wonder if he will make it to his destination... or will he just wait for the wind to dye down
There are very few things in the sky... I guess very few things are as brave as the battling bird.
Whoosh... a huge gust of wind surrounds me... blades of grass as tossed around and dirt fills the air
I appreciate the magnificent power the wind has over all of nature
The wind knows his abilities and uses his strong force to show off.
I know that Aldo Leopold appreciates the wind like I am on this gusty day.
He even expresses the desire to be the wind... I don't know if I could handle such a job!

[Image: http://www.wbur.org/special/dispatches/russiabikeride/photogallery/week2/]