The Wind

The lonesome visitor approaches With its thriving exuberance With an infinite endurance It meanders and broaches It moves with blithe and glee Clothing all that comes its way Whether big or small; it ne'er say "I wont for you give me no fee It arrives from nowhere But abides silently with us It leaves no wailing thus With its presence felt everywhere A companion of the cardinals it is From North it steers headway From the South it nears everyday For East and West will attest to this It moves above you as a ringed halo It strides with you as a compatriot It bows before you as an abbot It slithers beneath your feet as a shadow.