Windmill.

 The windmill turned slowly. Gently.
Smoothly passing the air from one
Blade, to another. Never missing a beat.
As if tagging in an unseen partner,
as part of some unknown relay race
By handing over the baton.

With each slow, steady movement,
Time seemed to join in on the fun.
The busy noises of the hustle and bustle
Country farm life, seemed to vanish and
Fade silently away.

Until the only sound that was left, was the
Subtle hum and whirring, of the lone
Windmill's blades.

- Alexandra Pierotti.