I just wrote this:
Back and forth with branches swaying,
A breeze it sweeps upon the leaves,
Bringing man to stations higher,
Than at first he did believe.
Touching first the ruffled feather,
Of rested birds within their nests,
Then stripping through the thickened treetops.
Bringing leaves, autumnal rest.
Gently stirring garden blossoms.
Harshly pulling tidal seas,
Taking man to places heavenly,
Than he could e’er first believe.
Rampant storms with winds much stronger,
Bring fragile systems to their knees,
And mankinds spirit shines much stronger.
Than e’er he could first believe.