Wind

Wind carries the cent of blooming flowers,

And cools the world during hot hours.

It carries stories from afar,

Beneath the sun and the stars.

In the desert it sculpts the shifting dunes,

A talented artist under the moon.

With gentle touch, the wind combs the trees,

Creating a rhythmic breeze.

With every swift there is a song,

A melody that’s beautiful and strong.

In the winter it speaks with an icy breath,

Snow and bitter cold, a test.

Wind dances through the leaves so free,

Showing all the mystery.

In a storm it shows its source,

An unstoppable force.

With its breeze, it shows us it’s kind,

A relaxation for our mind.

You play with the kites,

Showing us your high.

Your song of stories untold,

Will be forever bold.