The Cantankerous Wind

Are we really within the 
familiar confines
of our neighbourhood
woodlands, or have we
been mysteriously
transported by arcane means 
known only to Nature, to a
strangely placed forested
airport where jet planes
mystifyingly fly above the
wind-denuded forest canopy
to placidly land despite
the ferocity of sound, on a
field unseen by us?
Perhaps there are freight yards
just beyond the vision of our
sight lines arrested
by the closer presence of
water coursing in a 
forested ravine and perhaps
it is the wild bellowing of a
cantankerous wind that
so ferociously fills the
landscape with deafening
sound and fury, one of
Nature's own creatures,
temporarily berserk with a
raging complaint, tossing
upheaved trees in its tantrum
of ill will infusing the wretched
scene with utter misery.