Wind

The wind it blows across the land
Whether night or whether day
Defiant the trees make their stand

Storms it carries as if by hand
We brace ourselves who wish to stay
The wind it blows across the land

Knowing not what the wind has planned
We are just objects in the way
Defiant the trees make their stand

The show put on it will be grand
A role we have a role to play
The wind it blows across the land

It is not for us to command
Across the sky its all turned grey
The wind it blows across the land
Defiant the trees make their stand


Author Notes

I had a play last week with the line "The wind it blows across the land" I decided to use it in some French style poems here is the Villanelle.

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