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.
Copyright © Stephen Akadjah Junior | Year Posted 2013
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