mischievous wind
Location
whispering
whispering throught the trees
telling secrets
telling lies
and
tall tales too
through the tall grass
and where the urban street meets the meadow
where the wild becomes tame
but the wind will never be tame
or caught or won
the wind blows both hot and cold
driving rains and clouds
and forever whispering
playing, tossing, and turning
churing the seas and oceans
floating leaves