Winds of Change
The eastern wind gently blew the bamboo poles to a serenading sweet music and put me to sleep.
Then it glides gently along the mountain ranges and blankets the forest to a cool rest,
As it passes the beauty terrain that reign majestically with much like cotton mist,
Brushing along the green leaves and year old tress resting viewing the bluish sky,
Gaily ruffles as it strokes the feather of dove that flies across clear water lake,
Water lilies carpet the icy cold fresh water I could take a nap on its gentle petals.
The western wind bends and swirls to a perfect curl raising melodious sound of music so melancholic,
Braces against birds and bees with breeze and ease like stroke of paint brush on a gigantic canvas,
Nature swells to a dancing dwell when this wind stops to dance with green populace with such grace,
As the western wind graces the eastern, a solar wind brews up to a magical fountain spring,
Displays arrays of light sparks bursting to thousands watts charge vivid mass,
And rest applauds thunderous of appease and please with the change of wind or wind of change!
Ravichandran Ceyon
5.34 pm/ 19th December 2006
The eastern wind gently blew the bamboo poles to a serenading sweet music and put me to sleep.
Then it glides gently along the mountain ranges and blankets the forest to a cool rest,
As it passes the beauty terrain that reign majestically with much like cotton mist,
Brushing along the green leaves and year old tress resting viewing the bluish sky,
Gaily ruffles as it strokes the feather of dove that flies across clear water lake,
Water lilies carpet the icy cold fresh water I could take a nap on its gentle petals.
The western wind bends and swirls to a perfect curl raising melodious sound of music so melancholic,
Braces against birds and bees with breeze and ease like stroke of paint brush on a gigantic canvas,
Nature swells to a dancing dwell when this wind stops to dance with green populace with such grace,
As the western wind graces the eastern, a solar wind brews up to a magical fountain spring,
Displays arrays of light sparks bursting to thousands watts charge vivid mass,
And rest applauds thunderous of appease and please with the change of wind or wind of change!
Ravichandran Ceyon
5.34 pm/ 19th December 2006
