Snug and warm,
Baby seeds are hiding,
Safe from harm.
Open wide the cradle,
Hold it high!
Come, Mr. Wind,
Help them fly.
On walks on windy days, my son and I often quote Christina Rosetti.
I ask him, "Who has seen the wind?"
And he replies, "Neither you nor I."
Then we both say, "But when the trees bow down their heads, the wind is passing by."
I'm thinking of memorizing the little poem above (from here) to add to the beauty of our nature walks. We have lots of milkweed around!