Nature



Whispering as a hidden silhouette
Hurriedly darting past the bees
It stalks the leaves of trees nearby
Pushing them slowly with its sighs

Softly singing its sorrowful song
Uttering harmless tones of peace
Faltering a little and picking up again
Flattering itself apace once more
Eternal in its gentle embrace
Rolling as if it was one with the tide

Prancing on the invisible plane
Using its cool gush to bring refreshment
None are fast enough to escape its caress
It whistles around mountains with ease
So majestic and natural its form
Have faith, the wind talks once more.