When the wind blows

When the wind blows,

You can hear a song,

A song of leaves,

A song of breezes,

That warms the soul.

Do you hear it?

That rhythm of nature,

A calling for simplicity,

It is always there,

When the wind blows.

I once touched a wind,

A touch like no other,

As it blows away,

It feels nice,

Like a flow of silk.

When the wind blows,

A variety of smells assaults the nose,

The smell of sea, so very serene,

The smell of flowers, so very sweet,

All rushing upwards.