The Wind

by Karasu-kun

This is just a little poem I wrote that I think sounds like somthing Haruka Tenoh would say to herself on a windy day after school, while pondering the ways of the wind.

"The wind moves in mysterious ways,
when calm it blows gently and soft,
when angered or provoked it blows hard and viciously,
when sad or frightened it doesn't blow at all,
when happy it's a nice cool breeze thats lets us
know that all is well"