Whispering Winds

Chasing the sky, high up I fly Trailing the moon beams I walk The nightingale sings melodies on the way Dripping honey, I sweetly talk. Up above the mountains I move In the plains, I run along The colourful butterflies give me company The brimming rivers sing a song. I come close to your ears Whispering an interesting tale The tale of two fascinating cities Spinning a yarn while I sail. I reside in the melodious way Of the dangling lovely wind chimes Every time you pass by it I jingle singing thousand times. I can be a cheerful fellow Who likes to gag and play I can turn umbrellas inside out And also blow men’s hats away. When in a fantastic mood I heave a liberated cool sigh When anger overcomes me I blow hot and high. I am the ever moving wind Knowing no limit or boundaries Hovering over vast oceans I drift between distant countries. Listen closely to me I am the sound of rustling leaves in the trees Across the silvery skies I move on Dancing and writing beautiful poetries.