So here's that poem. I have no idea whether this is any good but I liked the way it sounded when she said it, and I figure at 13 anything is good.

This poem is copyright my daughter, and since this is an unauthorized use, any further such unauthorized use will result in her mother kicking my butt.

The Winds

The Winds that Whisper
The Winds that sweep
The great hills of sand
Beneath my feet.

The Winds that Rustle
The leaves of the Trees
And picking out the Waters'
Hidden Dreams.

The Winds whipping By
The mountains so High
Reaching like towers into the Sky.

Flowing across the Plains
Lashing at my Pains
As I all see all that I Love
Going down the Drain.

For I am the Winds in your Hair
And also have Cares
For the things that Go Below.

The Animals talk to Me
tellingOf the things that they see
And how they live in Misery.

The Oceans moan and Groan
And toss About
As evil Grout
Pours from ships Spouts

Trees fall Down
As to shake the Ground.

The Plains once Green
Are a space Unclean.

The Mountains are Delved
And plundered of Glory
Never again will I hear
Their stories.

The sands are all that are Left
And Deaf.

A Tragedy
As Unforseen.

So alone am I
The Winds that once Whispered
And now that Weep
Instead of sweep.