So silent, so still, so dark
Looking down on the field of corn
Offering shelter to the lark
Yet always standing so forlorn
Arms outstretched to the Gods
Servants to the wonder of nature
It often even frightens dogs
Standing there so quiet, such a feature
People still marvel, still stop and stare
Their majesty dominates and thrills
Found here, there and everywhere
These wonders are windmills.