The wind was a care-free soul  
    That broke the chains of earth,  
And strode for a moment across the land
    With the wild halloo of his mirth. 
He little cared that he ripped up trees,  
    That houses fell at his hand,  
That his step broke calm on the breast of seas,  
    That his feet stirred clouds of sand. 
–Gwendolyn Bennett (1902–81)