June's Rhymes

The Wind

The wind takes a kite way up high
It helps when the birds want to fly

A slight breeze on a warm day
Entices the kids outside to play

My eyes can see a gentle breeze
Just by looking at swaying trees

Fresh air comes on a puff of wind
Gentle and kind, it's a good friend

Carrying the seeds to be planted
Life growing where they landed

This poem was written for a friend
Someone who is a fan of the wind