A Windy Day

The trees all whisper secrets low,
Their branches bend, then let them go.
Leaves take flight, a golden spray,
Dancing wildly on this windy day.

The clouds race fast across the blue,
As if they’ve urgent things to do.
The flags all snap, the shutters creak,
The wind has much it wants to speak.

It howls through alleys, sharp and cold,
A restless force, untamed, bold.
It lifts the waves in foaming play,
And chases calm and peace away.

Yet in its roar there’s something free—
A voice that hums of air and sea.
It shakes the dust, it clears the way,
And stirs the soul—a windy day.