Wind

Today it is windy indeed,

not long ago did wind did blow.

The sun outside it did mislead,

but being the sun it only glowed.

Glowed a yellow, shoned a white,

But in my winter clothes I stayed.

The wind embraced the cold in light,

Even the sun could see no delight.

I hate the wind, I hate the wind.

It makes me cold, it brings me fright.

For even in the light of day,

The wind brings cold and stops all play.