25. The wind

I can get through a doorway

Without any key,

And strip the leaves

From the great oak tree.

I can drive storm-clouds

And shake tall towers

Or steal through a garden

And not wake the flowers.

Seas I can move

And ships I can sink;

I can carry a house-top

Or the scent of a pink.

When I am angry

I can rave and riot;

When I am spent,

I lie quiet as quiet.

                                    James Reeves