On hot day, I felt a dancer come my way.
He never stayed long but so refreshing the way he played and danced along.
He danced with the trees so effortlessly making them bend and sway to his song.


The dancer danced one day while crying his troubles away.
His tears landed on my head.
I was trying to tread quickly as he yelled and propelled his fists to the ground.


The dancer was cooler and breezed by me fuller.
He danced with such colors as reds,browns, and yellows.
The dancer was mellow as he danced right along.
He was so calm as he danced all around me, and felt like he belonged.

Now, the dancer depressed in so much distress.
The leaves gone and the birds all flew away.
No one wants to stay because of him. 
He makes them shiver and quiver and shake.
They all in their houses nice and warm but the dancer so blue and you can hear his sad tune as he howls and screams.
He fades in my dreams and now I call him wind.