The wind can't be caught, can it?
Just try, I dare you
I've attempted to do it
many more times than I'd care to
try to admit...
You can certainly feel the wind
When it's gentle, it's a breeze
so calming it is to watch it softly
swaying the leaves on the trees
A little stronger, it's a gust
sort of takes you unaware
one minute the air is still, the next
the wind is sifting through your hair
Then you have those days that are
just plain windy, and you can feel it 24/7
Papers are apt to scurry, and hats can fly off heads,
one of nature's little reminders sent from heaven
Tornados aren't likely to happen, but when they do,
something gets destroyed, and is no longer the same
So unreal those whirling swirling winds, like that of a children's
classic. So, off to Oz you go, Kansas is gone, what a shame
But, as forceful as a tornado is,
even winds of this magnitude, cannot be caught.
Perhaps I should just enjoy it for what it is
For seeking to capture it, is for naught
Just try, I dare you
I've attempted to do it
many more times than I'd care to
try to admit...
You can certainly feel the wind
When it's gentle, it's a breeze
so calming it is to watch it softly
swaying the leaves on the trees
A little stronger, it's a gust
sort of takes you unaware
one minute the air is still, the next
the wind is sifting through your hair
Then you have those days that are
just plain windy, and you can feel it 24/7
Papers are apt to scurry, and hats can fly off heads,
one of nature's little reminders sent from heaven
Tornados aren't likely to happen, but when they do,
something gets destroyed, and is no longer the same
So unreal those whirling swirling winds, like that of a children's
classic. So, off to Oz you go, Kansas is gone, what a shame
But, as forceful as a tornado is,
even winds of this magnitude, cannot be caught.
Perhaps I should just enjoy it for what it is
For seeking to capture it, is for naught