Rhymes of wind and life

The rhythm of wind decides how it will be,

Smoothing breeze makes you hair swinging softly,

You smile back.

The rustling,bustling stormy breeze,

Makes the whole things,

Upside down in a second,

Grief,pain and hurt.

The life.

The rhythm of our words,

Tangle up with the strings of our expression,

Brings joy or the broken essence of the presence of waves,

The flow matters,

The calm sea or the stormy sea.

The life will flow.

What if it still?

If the breeze is still,no movement 

feeling in verge of non-existent.

And if the life is still,no expression 

it's worthless.

The balance.

The movement of breeze and the words of expression depends on the rhythm.

Live in the moment of the life.