Spritely Winds

They meet, eat and drink; they dance and make merry. Smiles running from face to face, laughter airy. They share a party of the soul and spirit; resilience and relevance give merit. Rushing to and fro; no special place to go, their gentle breath competes with each gusty blow. Each smile a gift of its own, caught to cherish, lasts throughout the year – none will ever perish. They flitter and fly – faeries rule the wild winds – surfing and searching for the place it begins. And when they debark in a different place The enchantment restarts in elegant grace.