The Wind by James Reeves
I can get through a doorway without any key,
And strip the leaves from the great oak tree.
I can drive storm-clouds and shake tall towers,
Or steal through a garden and not wake the flowers.
Seas I can move and ships I can sink;
I can carry a house-top or the scent of pink.
When I am angry I can rave and riot;
And when I am spent, I lay quiet as quiet.