Rushes, busting through the air
Trusting without a dare
Sometimes fierce, sometimes smooth
Twisting whirling as it moves
Birds stirring turning in its groves
As Orville and Wilbur watch their moves
As the wind slows down
And the birds fly away
They are done for the day
An early wake up
Tip oe down to town without a sound
Another day has just begun
Mary C., 4th Grade