My Precious Wind.....

Don't remember,

when I started,

feeling you,

anyway, there's no need,

to think about it,

as I feel you right now,

so my precious wind,

you come, hug and cuddle me,

and suddenly vanish away,

as if you never,

going to return,

but right when,

I recall you,

you come up as usual,

have I ever seen you?

NO! Never!

then how do I feel,

you so much like this?

I've heard you murmuring,

whispering, and giggling,

with trees and high hills,

that's how I used to find you,

But I certainly know,

how rapidly you can,

turn into a severe storm,

with a huge rage of fury,

and I also know,

how you burst into tears,

and weep solemnly,

when you find the truth,

it's the way I feel you,

and draw a picture of some kind,

on you, I know that will,

never be the real picture of you,

so my precious wind,

you take my sweat,

tiredness and despair,

in a mind-relieving way,

and give me,

a chilling and sweet feeling,

that I don't know to say,

when I smoothly, investigate,

your behavior is a mystery,

you carry countless molecules,

and tons of tiny droplets,

to a destination, I have never seen,

I can touch you- I thought for a while,

then I understood,

you are perfectly intangible,

but I can feel you,

so my precious wind,

I love to witness,

you hang around me,

as far as I live.....