Percussion vs Wind

a heavy breeze sighs in the plane trees
a whisper of waves on distant shores
stoical comments of black jackdaws
then sudden the bells of St Paul's
an avalanche of brass
as though the breeze had shook the church
and set off the alarm
and they that have not love
determined the next thing upon
and rattled the bells without cease
until the final return of peace
and a clearing breeze sighs in the plane trees
and clouds give way to sun
and the jackdaws flutter away to the east
each and every one