Twister

The wind blows strongly.
It spins and spins endlessly.
The currents of air
lifting above the clouds.

The dust rides along
the twisting winds.
Higher and higher
till it reaches the sun.

Together they travel,
wind and dust
Together they pick,
cows and tractors,
houses and windmills.
Together they die,
dust and wind.
Their work is done.

-Kelsey
Age 16