A Windy Day — Edith Willis Linn

THERE'S not a leaf at peace;The wind plays gaily with them all day long;The willow swings and sways and sings its song,The linden rustles, and the apple throwsIts arms about, and its green treasure shows,

There's not a flower still.The poppies nod along the garden wallIn crimson glory; hollyhocks so tallSway back and forth; the marigold bends lowAnd looks into the bed where pansies grow.

There's not a cloud at rest;They float and change and seem to swim the sky,Great snowy clouds, like birds that soar and fly;The arching heavens are blue as blue can be,And seem to bend to kiss the spreading sea.

The waves dance in the sun;They break in curling foam along the sand,Singing a love song to the verdant land.Light blends with shadow over mount and sea,—Life seems but beauty, motion, melody.