Well, I wrote another poem...and I actually wrote one last night as well, but i'm keeping that one to myself. Anyway, I felt like getting a few opinions on this one, if it wouldn't trouble you all too much to give it a quick read. It's relatively short and simple, and I admit it's not a favorite of what i've done, but that's why i'm putting it to you all. Constructive criticism is welcome, if it's not your taste that's fine, and regardless of your opinion on it, I appreciate you taking the time to read it. The title is, "Whistling Winds". Nothing’s quite as strange, it seems As the stillness of motionless air. Nothing moving, not the slightest breeze, A silence profound as a flameless flare. But wait! What is that stirring sound? A gentle breeze, becomes a steady wind, A motion to stir up the air once again. But question, from where was this wind bound? From East, perhaps, somewhere over the Atlantic sea, Or from West, over distant plains yet unknown to me. Down from the North, chilled by ice and snow, Or perhaps from the South in a warmer current flow. Regardless, the wind is whistling through the trees. Nature sings her gentle song, gently through those trees. And at length I listen, to the song which she sings to me.