pppssssss........

It has been said: wind exist

As long as warmth and cold is!

It blows some times calmly;

Some times wildly.

No difference to where,

It goes every where!

When it touches the leaves,

When it moves the clouds,

When it slaps at faces,

When it fondles the hairs,

When it turn the waves,

It just moves!

As its nature,

As it must be,

Can never stop,

This poor dear wind!

It can't carries the leaves,

Nor heat the cheeks,

Nor turn the waves,

Nor fondles the hairs,

Nor move the clouds for ever!

It's just a tool for water,

When it wants to be wild,

To reach to its climax,

To show its power!

It's just a tool for tree,

With its strong deep roots,

When it wants to abandon dried leaves,

When it wants to shake its adorable branches,

To make a fantastic dance!

As long as cold and warmth exist,

It can't stay calmly.

Exist to do all those;

And so many others!

Belongs to no one, no where, nothing,

Exist in every where, with everyone and every thing.

It breathe with you,

As long as you need it,

As long as warmth and cold exist!

Take a deep breath,

Leave the wind freely!

This is too passing!

Take a look at yourself,

As the depth as your continuously breath!

Leave the wind,

It's passing. . . . .

Shima sure is a good poet within. :D

here's another one by her...

Clever birds sleep on the roofs,
Sky is above their heads,
With its shining stars,
This makes their dreams.
Those brilliant stones are just their fads …
In the mornings,
Nice warm rays,
Will make ascension,
A new start to sky,
With forgetting those little dreams,
In their daily perpetuity fly,
Under protect of sun,
With its epidemic luminosity!
Stupid birds sleep on the stars,
The sky is above their head,
This hasn’t any shining star,
They don’t have any dream.
Those stony stars are just their beds …
In the morning,
Hot damn rays,
Will make descent,
A new start to earth,
With forgetting all hopes for dreams,
In their daily perpetuity fly,
Under protect of sun,
With its epidemic luminosity!