Sound of Wind: Poem

 Sound of Wind

How can sound of the wind

Play with waves of air

And my hair?

These sounds are wild and cool,

To describe in full.

Does it try to take me

And to blow away?

But I am not a fool

Like a flying kite or balloon.

This time, I was right.

Trees have waved

And lost the will

To the power of the wind.

I opened my mind

To stay tall,

With the depth of God’s will.

When wind left the air,

I adjusted my dress and hair.

My eyes kept the sparkle

And my lips smirkle.

Tomshinsky@2026