Face of the Wind

My eyes have seen the Wind and watched her dance
unabashedly across the land.
Not one to rest 'ere long, no more settled than arisen,
when awakened. A girl aswirl and then she is gone.
Men desire her, and why, I wonder, should they not?
Her power and beauty is vast, untethered.
What can defy her? Or deny her? I do not try.
Still they stretch their nets, and sails, and turbines,
trying to catch and hold her. Bound?
They should know better.
With a mother's care, I've seen her, pluck and lift
flowers and seedlings to replenish the land,
to allow birds to soar, borne on the breeze.
Through trees she dances and laughs with leaves,
stopping only when she wants,
and where she does all stands still in silent reverie.
And I know that I've been blessed,
to be kissed by Heaven's daughter,
as she glides above me, untamed, untethered,
the face of the Wind upon the Water.