The Forceful Wind
The forceful wind is like a big dog
Greedy as a hog
So massive and grey
It runs and spins on the land each day
Tearing with its teeth as it plays
As a giant sea it displays
With a sniff and sneeze
Wrestles with the trees
With big teeth and large jaws
Tonguing its slippery paws
Like a lion it roars
And howls to the coin-like moon
Gives it usual nightly tune
As it pushes every stormy cloud
Whenever it sings so slow and loud
And when silence decides to take over
You’ll not hear its inaudible snore