Have you listened to the wind lately?
Whispering in my ears, she goes by.
Gently, gingerly, prancing through the leaves,
While evening descends in the afternoon sky.
Crisp air - frigid, black, nipping in the dark of the night,
Tip-toeing from far away land;
Murmuring in a husky yet somber voice,
Mother earth is very ill, she needs a caring hand.
Who am I? I ask, I am too small
To give that healing touch,
Dancing in the midst of roses, colorful, wind says
Every “you”, if you wish so, can do so much.
I walk barefoot on the sea shore, water caress my feet,
Morning Sun (up) above the horizon , spreads bright colors all around;
Shrill wind, leaping from the crest to the trough,
Got me into a thought profound.
I move around the world,
From the peak of Everest to depth of the Nile;
Wind-childlike, jumping up and down, says,
Willing souls together, good enough to cleanse the vile.
This is my promise-I will do my bit,
My inner soul pledges back to me;
I see a tear drop of happiness,
Edgy, restless wind rushes back to thee.
Beautiful Earth, at the mercy of them,
We can’t let it die.
Muttering wind, tirelessly, inspires us,
To do our bit -before waving bye.
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