The Wind

I was listening to the wind at my window when I wrote this......

The wind blows past my window,
letting me know its there.
Whistling to get my attention,
It's going I know not where.

I cannot capture it if I try,
Its always on the move.
But if I open my window,
It blows in with a sigh.

Its silent at the window now,
The wind has gone away.
I hope it will come back again,
and stay another day.