Hear, I come from the ocean.
I ripple the tides and create motion.
Some think I am a messenger
From an angry God.
There is no way
Something so intangible
Is so substantial,
So heavy a thought.
I’m steamed bread from the cities
Determiner of breath
The wind’s interpreter
Carrier of scents
Absorbed by the trees
The Tarmac of birds
What’s left in the lungs,
My announcement unheard.
Wind is the song
Sound and light so dense
It made matter.
Wind for emotions
And supplier of atoms.
Wind is our language
It is whispers into music
Wind takes you there
Like something acoustic.
If air keeps us erect,
Wind blows us away.
For humans, air I plead to
Supply you,
Though nothing is there.
Hurricanes, stomachaches
Tornadoes and heartbreak,
A pleasant moving sun
A mysterious pathway
Furious, serene and unseen.
The shade of an ominous day!
The wind giving its life away!
What mysterious destination
Does it lead?
As sound finds solace in silence,
Colorless wind goes free.
I start to return you to Nature’s fury
Then I taunt with a breeze
I am the breath of Life,
All that you need.
Empathy is Poetry 