Joy of the Moment

Whispering of the wind which some can't hear, As the floss travels through the night sky, Looking for a gracing land that is bare, Which will make wool and wood farmers not to cry, As the veil dances to the rhythm of song, Clapping of the roofs echoes through the night, Silence is broken and joy would stay for long, News of its arrival is brought to light, Success can't be hidden from those that are sane, His breath makes his life not to be the same, Which makes clouds to smile and usher in the rain, People look astonished at this sudden fame. 8-24-2017 Contest: "Blowing in the wind"