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What a wind, whistling wildly

In a tune of madness,

Rushing here and rushing there

Without a trace of gladness!



Trees bow down to lend an ear

But don't like the message.

They lean back and shake their head

Wondering at the passage.



Icy surfaces harden

Keeping feelings hidden,

Too polite to comment on

Impromptu tunes unbidden.



Whistling, whirling, blowing hard

In a frenzied passion,

The wind pirouettes wildly

And exits in grand fashion.