The Prince

The sheer majesty of the wind
As he races by
On his winged horse
Flashing menacing daggers
Showing silverish orange light
Uttering a piercing war cry.

Trees hide their faces
Leaves flee their places
Dust darts in circles
Papers propelled mercilessly forward
The majesty of the wind!

The clouds in their wheel-spinning chariots
Rush by
Waiting for him to command -
Suddenly he roars
The heavens part
Sheets of water rush out
The sweet heralds of life.