Winds of Change
The Eastern wind gently blew the bamboo poles to a serenading sweet music and put me to sleep, and then it glides gently along the mountain range and blanket the forest to a cool rest.
It passes the beauty terrain that reign majestically with much like cotton mist, brushing along the green leaves and year’s old trees, resting viewing the bluish sky.
The Eastern gaily ruffles as it stokes the feathers of doves that fly across clear water lake. Water lilies carpets the icy cool fresh water, I could take a nap on its gentle petals.
The western winds bends and swirls to a perfect curl, raising melodious sound of music so melancholic, braces against the birds, bees with breeze and ease like stroke of paint brush on a gigantic canvas. Nature swells to a dancing dwell when the winds stopped to dance with green populace with such grace.
The western wind graces the eastern part, solar wind brew up to a magical fountain spring. Display arrays of light sparks, bursting to thousands watts charge vivid mass. The rest applauds in thunderous chorus of appease and pleased with change of the wind. Rest happily in winds of change.
19th December, 2006
The Eastern wind gently blew the bamboo poles to a serenading sweet music and put me to sleep, and then it glides gently along the mountain range and blanket the forest to a cool rest.
It passes the beauty terrain that reign majestically with much like cotton mist, brushing along the green leaves and year’s old trees, resting viewing the bluish sky.
The Eastern gaily ruffles as it stokes the feathers of doves that fly across clear water lake. Water lilies carpets the icy cool fresh water, I could take a nap on its gentle petals.
The western winds bends and swirls to a perfect curl, raising melodious sound of music so melancholic, braces against the birds, bees with breeze and ease like stroke of paint brush on a gigantic canvas. Nature swells to a dancing dwell when the winds stopped to dance with green populace with such grace.
The western wind graces the eastern part, solar wind brew up to a magical fountain spring. Display arrays of light sparks, bursting to thousands watts charge vivid mass. The rest applauds in thunderous chorus of appease and pleased with change of the wind. Rest happily in winds of change.
19th December, 2006
