I’m the Wind

I move around whistling my way,

Kissing the leaves dangling by.

Brushing through the meadows below,

And gliding with the birds up high.

The trees dance to my tune,

Like children to the piper of Hamlin.

I blow the kites and move clouds,

Sooth the pain in notes of violin.

I guide the ships on their way,

Filling its lungs with life.

The forest rustle and sing softly,

And the windmill whirls in utter strife.

My ally follows me at times,

Pelting on rooftops, lashing the window.

My rage knows no restrain-

Creating devastation in each blow.

But as the tempest dies,

I open up the sky ahoy!

Ushering the odour of stone and ichor.

Filling up mortals with joy.

For I’m candor – open and impartial.

At death too, I strew ashes to the seas.

I obliterate and I can nurture.

I’m the whirlwind and I’m the breeze.