Sphinx's Rhymes [1]

[Zorayda]

She runs 'round in circles
She's friends with the leaves
She'll make you laugh and feel great at ease

In anger she kills
In hate she'll cause fear
And then she turns back to scream in your ears

Without her there's silence
No movement, no life
What is this thing that can cause joy and strife?

[128Up!]

A riddle of such calibur
Is far from the norm
But I'll hazard a guess
That the keyword is storm.

[Zorayda]

(I was going for wind, but that works too XD)