the wind sings a haunting tale

spreading life in a mighty gale

a song of love ripping across the sea

now missing the northernmost lea

surrounded by mountains craggily

frozen heights sharpened gustily

it used to echo across the hills

blasting snows with glacial chills

but something pulled it back south

like an inhaling gaping mouth

forcing it to stay below a breeze

warming now instead of a freeze

it cries nightly missing wild falls

of chaos and tempestuous squalls

calling out in a careening wail

blustering and filling a seaward sail

it swirls now dancing across meadows

hanging in the air it sadly billows

a whisking flurry of eerie harrows

barely able to bend a few willows