Fragile is the very wind
Fluttering from place to place
From stormy to a subtle grace
So nice and yet so mean
Mountains that get slowly thinned
Colors shapes, transported free
Yet itself a memory
Always in between
Blades of grass, so often pinned
Dancing in the hidden song
Moving, swaying with the throng
Somehow quite serene
Weather brought just to rescind
Causing landscape's ugly scars
Guiding dust between the stars
Never to be seen