Blades spinning grey, blades spinning grey, 
In bright grey clouds like they're tilting back 
At Don Quixote, menacing over 
The lush green trees behind roundabouts. 

Roundabouts and roundabouts, Where traffic circles constant, beside 
Bright orange cones and highway vehicles 
With flashing lights, ephemeral flow. 

On the dark tarmac, glistening roads, 
With white stripes seen through raindrops 
On misted glass, the wind farm looms, 
A sentinel of change, a harbinger 

Of a new world, a world of clean energy, 
Of renewable power, of hope for the future. 
The blades spin on, ever onward, In the wind, in the rain, in the sun. 

They are a symbol of our progress, 
Of our determination to leave a better planet 
For our children and grandchildren. 
They are a beacon of hope, a sign 

That we can change the world, that we can make a difference. The wind farm is a testament to our ingenuity, 
Our creativity, our ability to overcome challenges. 

It is a symbol of our future, a future of clean energy, 
Of a sustainable planet, of a world where we all 
Can live in harmony with nature.

The rotation plane of large wind turbines is slightly tilted backwards to capture more energy and prevent the blades from stalling at high wind speeds. This is because when the blades are tilted backwards, the angle of attack of the airfoils is decreased, which reduces the lift and drag forces. This allows the blades to continue to rotate even in strong winds, without stalling. — Bing Chat AI bot

Pages: 1 2