Wind ( a poem )

The wind ran excitedly,

Like an anxious young woman,

Eager to share the secrets

Which she heard the bushes whisper.

Eager to share the tales

Which she heard the mountains narrate.

With the grand old trees

Always pleasing,

And sometimes annoying them

With her chirpy chatters and endless musings.



12 thoughts on “Wind ( a poem )”

  1. I have always been enamoured by the wind, the majesty of its forcefulness, whispering to me tales from distant places.

    This is a beautiful post!

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