To: beautifulwind
Sometimes you come
as a gentle breeze,
caressing my wrinkled skin,
and massaging my stiff knees.
Sometimes you arrive
as a sudden gale,
bringing sound of music,
and silencing my soft wail.
Sometimes you blow
as a strong twister,
swiping away my sadness,
and cheering up your sister.
But today, the air is quiet,
tree leaves are still;
where are you, beautifulwind,
and we long for you with zeal.
