The tips of the trees kiss my wings,

I am a graceful beast.

My talons are powerful blades of diamond.

My feathers are spun of silver.

My wings are so powerful they control the sky.

They gleam like steel.

My beak is like ice, hard and cold.

My eyes hold knowledge and speak of many things.

I can be fast and slow.

My howls stretch to every corner of the earth.

Nothing can escape my penetrating, analyzing gaze.

I manipulate the elements.

I pour my emotions on those below,

But even I have my boundaries.

I can cross oceans and vast continents,

But I cannot leave the atmosphere.

I have seen the beginning;

I will see the end.

I may be powerful,

But I cannot leave.

I am the force that kicks up leaves to caress your face.

I tease and tousle your hair.

I push and pull on your hat.

I cool you off in the brittle heat.

But do not think you can harness me.

I can level cities.

I breathe ice and fire.

I leave disaster in my wake.

You love me and you hate me.

But I do not care.

I am only the wind.

Madeline Foster

Age 11, Grade 6

Covenant Christian Academy