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           Wind

When there is no wind at all,

Flags don't flutter and leaves don't fall.

When there is a gentle breeze,

There's just a rustle in the trees.

When the Summer breeze is strong,

Sailing boats are blown along.

When the Autumn wind is high,

Leaves and twigs go flying by.

When the Winter brings a gale,

Smaller boats should never sail.

When a hurricane comes to town,

Trees and walls come crashing down.

Wind can cool a Summer's day,

Or wind can blow you right away.

                                                          MJ