The Wind

The wind imitates your anger
Picking up after each trembling scream
Squeezing through the house cracks created
Joining the once gentle breeze

The pond ripples out of fear
Following the frightening sway
The trees snap and bend
While the family hides and prays

Hoping for a quiet evening
Walking with careful steps
Any noise to provoke the beast
Any noise to wake him from his rest

A day has come when all seems well
Grass, motionless in the field
Taking a breath to last through the next time
When we lay restless in yield

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