Wind I listen to the wind, as it drives the drfting snow. I hear it as it howls, and I wonder if it knows. I listen to the wind, blow through the branches bare, and marvel at the powers, that flow through on the air. I listen to the wind, as it rolls back warm again, with strings of geese and songbirds and soft life giving rain. I listen to the wind, blow through the leaves of trees, and thank it for it's coolness, and embrace the summer breeze. I listen to the wind, as it waves the grasses gold, with Autumn leaves and splender, and nights,returning cold. I listen to the wind, as it drives the drfting snow. I hear it as it howls, and I wonder if it knows. copyright 1995 by J.R.Peterson