The awful silence breaks
with autumn's wailing wind.
Sun rays paint the ceiling,
and birds their freedom chirp.
The sky is happy blue
and clouds have flown away.
All that wind caresses
seeks refuge between rocks.

Leaves spiral to the ground
and decorate the lawns.
Golden, red, yellow, and brown
twirl around the light pole.
Willows cast eyes downward
and weep of summers past.
Palm trees waltz to and fro
oblivious of the wind.

Loud airplanes boom above;
outside cars zoom and screech.
Our wind can be a friend,
but now it's just a foe.

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