The wind tastes like a cool breath mint

Wind carrys the smell of flowers around

So the bees have to chase them down

The wind sounds like a whistle

The whistle is made by a ghost walking around

The wind feels like swirls of ice cream

The wind feels like little tornadoes swirling around

Or maybe it might just put the bees at ease

As long as they go down into the trees

And don't come out God help us please

As the clouds move by

You might see a plane and cry