This is on the Island of Oahu, Hawaii. You can see
how the trade-winds blow the palm trees.
Here in SOCAL we have our famous Santa Ana
(or some call them Santana) winds, which we're
suppose to be experiencing today!
THE WINDS
The quiet breath of wind
That blows softly in your ear,
It whispers through the trees
Like a lullaby so dear.
It whistles around the eves,
On a stormy, winter night,
Making you glad to be inside
And out of its windy sight.
You can see it on the water.
You can see it bend the trees
You can feel it on your cheek,
Each large and small breeze.
It can come like a pussy cat,
Purring oh, so sweet,
Or it can come like a roaring lion,
Its destruction so complete.
Hurricane or ocean breeze,
Island trade-winds that blow
Are the winds way of speaking up
As through this world they flow.
Freda Fullerton
October 27, 2011
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