Dunno what to call this one!!

[birgitta_nell@y]

A lonely whispering voice cries in the heavens:
It is the wind, sweeping silently- mourning.
So sweet, strong and indestructibe
Her echos may never be caught;
No hand will ever surpress her lulling tunes
As she swoops through the skies, crying in hollow sighs.
Some days she may rage wildly- furiously!
Her anger against nature and the world exploding into massive gales
That break trees and storm at the feet of mountains.
Yet on other days she may nestle down:
Blowing gently through the grass and carressing the leaves;
She may murmer sweet songs into wistful ears
And give hope to the flagging heart with her touch.
Such an untamable and undefinable mystery she is:
At once so beautiful and yet so strong;
The daughter of heaven in her garden- our world
Crying in the loneliness of her courses.

[PrinceMyshkin]

"The daughter of heaven in her garden" suggests itself? Otherwise, what I often do if nothing else seems appropriate is to quote all or part of the opening line. The poem reminds me of the Tohu-vavohu of the OT Genesis, usually translated as "chaos". Strong stuff!