When I go out side I see trees swaying.

Leaves whispering and leaves cracking

Like a cauldron on a cold winter’s day.

When I go outside in the fields.

There are flags whipping,

Like some one making whipping noise next to you.

Wind turbines moving fast as rockets at top speed.

When I go out side on a cold winters

day at the beach,

Violent waves await me,

Rough seas whip my face like a cold knife.

Cutting me on the face.

When the wind has died down I think that’s the best for me.