The wind

The rush of the wind 
against the upright trees 
demands that we bend 
our hearts as well as knees.  

This rush is a hush 
of silly cries and wines. 
It commands us "shhh!"
"Now listen to the pines." 

The tall trees now pinned,
for stronger is the force 
though unseen, the wind—
so fearless—makes its course.

"Shhh!" again it speaks
then whispers timeless law
that drifts on the creek
like leaves from forest walls.

         ~ Joey Shaw