the whirling wind
The wind is soft,

the wind is calm,

its as light as a feather

it blows through the the trees,

creating a lovley breeze.

you help birds fly,

way up in the sky.
Oh wind why are you so spiteful?

you knock over peoples precious things,

blowing the faces o thousands,

making there eyes water.

its a viscous villon witch cant be caught,

oh why wind oh why.
The wind is such a gentle thing,

blowing through the trees.

it blows like mad and makes

a gente breeze