The Wind Poem by Camilla Fodgaard

The wind is blowing through the trees
not a soft and peaceful breeze
The wind is harsh and seems not to stop
a silent war between thus
who never liked the wind anyway
but the wind is determined to stay
and what can they do to the wind?
Can't say stop 'cause then it will grin
what can they do about the wind?
They're foolish to believe that they can win
for nature is unique and fine
it has its own red line
for nature has its own way
and so forever it will stay
there is nothing more we can say