wind

The wind dances through the tall treetops,

the invisible dancer of the sky and the set planets.

Whispering stories she carries in her lap,

reveals secrets, frees the world in its lap.

On the wings of the wind, the scent of spring floats,

it carries the songs of birds, a dream of difficult freedom.

The touch of the wind is gentle, like a love song,

caresses the clouds, in the rhythm of air time.

But the wind is a storm, the cruel fury of the sky,

it blows up storms, carrying the life story of long ago.

Wind, silent poet of the sky and elusive forces,

in his touch we feel the force of life.