To: beautifulwind


Sometimes you come

as a gentle breeze,

caressing my wrinkled skin,

and massaging my stiff knees.

Sometimes you arrive

as a sudden gale,

bringing sound of music,

and silencing my soft wail.

Sometimes you blow

as a strong twister,

swiping away my sadness,

and cheering up your sister.

But today, the air is quiet,

tree leaves are still;

where are you, beautifulwind,

and we long for you with zeal.