The Wind

The wind it blows across the land
Bringing a storm the site most grand
Trees bow down their leaves are spent
Safe we wait while our world is rent
We listen in on natures band

Once done to see whats left to stand
All around us debris at hand
Nature to rule as it is meant
The wind it blows

The destruction complete as planned
A vista grim it all seems bland
The countryside broken and bent
Yet it still rails without relent
For us it has but one demand
The wind it blows


Author Notes

Again another French style poem with the line " The wind it blows across the land" this one a Rondeau

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