Where the Wind Blows

As the wind blows unannounced Rising up one soul from his lowness As it howls, journey commenced Most likely to ponder over his cumbersome blindness Spent his childhood days in a mountainous place Facing a vast expanse of seawater Sandy beach and rocky shoreline to showcase Old folks were a farmer and boat-builder Picturesque at almost every turn, only for their eyes A blind man could not see but a gentle breeze tells it all As the breeze was cooled by the lake is what it implies As the wind blows is his device to know what would befall The rushing of wind would mean a gusty storm In no time his place be battered by typhoons Hearing waves undulate liberally, his mind conforms With the wind tempting to harness his fiddle to attune When it all calms down, fallen leaves on the ground Sea froth bubbling after lapping waves Zephyr comes around to soothe the weariness As life lurks in out of the blue to cast around He wishes to know and to see Through where the wind blows And ends up hating the humidity Always wanted someone breathing so close