The Playful Wind

April 14, 2008
By Madeline Logan, Ankara, ZZ

From distant lands, over vast seas,
The wind travels under clouds and over trees,
And from the past it flees.

And through the woods, over the lake,
Over the beach for the wave’s sake,
It goes on without break.

Riding the current as in a dance,
Carrying on its back, leaves in a trance,
It twirls in a circle for a last glance

At the garden it passed along with the breeze,
Touching the pumpkins and playing with bees,
It provokes the flowers to bow to their knees.

Whistling childishly while skipping through air,
Tossing the trees’ tops back and forth without a care,
It brushes its fingers through a little girl’s hair.

Rising and descending, arguing with gravity,
Stopping stillness in its surrounding completely,
It races and races rejoicing to be free.


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