The Wind's Song

The Wind's Song

The wind is a painter,
Brushing the sky,
It whispers and dances,
As it rushes by.

It plays with the trees,
And pulls at the leaves,
It hums a sweet tune,
And teases the seas.

It’s a speedy runner,
A race in the air,
It flips and it twirls,
Without a care.

It’s the wind’s world,
A game of play,
It always moves forward,
Never stays.

Author's Note

What do you think?

Reviews

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

brilliant! i really liked this personification of wind. yet there is a hint of a deeper message embedded in this verse. wind is usually a symbol of change and impermanance. as is dances and plays and runs, the reader is reminded of childhood, those days we cannot get back and lives only in memory. the rhyming scheme and beat of the words also kept that lightness while also reinforcing nostalgia. fantastic work, i really enjoyed it.

[Martiya Daman]

Thanks Ern!

[Kanwal]

This poem is giving such a cool vibes coz its December. Such a wonderful idea. The "wind is a painter" such a painter who leaves no print. read it many times. very nice.

[Martiya Daman]

Thanks Kanwal!

[Soren]

What a beautiful poem light and fun with some great lines "teases the seas" is simple but shows playfulness and such a great metaphor for fun. The very levity of this poem makes it uplifting just as the wind is and fits so well. Very nice

[Martiya Daman]

Thanks Soren!

[Jeyanthi]

Wow,
Just winding cool breeze or fanning at face after heavy work...
Lovely write... and the metaphor wonderfully written like passing ... how it is like everywhere and keep us to move on not to quit... I liked how you put forward with last santza... the rhyming of words make us to read again... :)

[Martiya Daman]

Thanks Jeyanthi! :D