Sometimes you come
as a gentle breeze,
caressing my wrinkled skins,
massaging my stiff knees.
Sometimes you arrive
as a sudden gale,
bringing sound of music,
silencing my soft wail.
Sometimes you blow
as a strong twister;
swiping away my sadness,
cheering up your sister.
But today, the air is quiet,
tree leaves are still;
Where are you, beautifulwind,
We long for you with zeal.