When the wind blows it ascertains old doubts
Tightens loose strings and firms wavy curls.
Setting - a new hope.
It empties barrels of irateness & hovers
Over a roar of a love song pivoted within.
Suggesting - a new direction
The wind, when it blows it speaks.
It talks of letting go of a worry by a wee soul
To embrace giggles, laughs and smiles
No more mustiness to hang and fib goodness
With mediocre moods.
The wind, when it blows it sings
A lullaby, so brightly colourful
Like a butterfly on its flight
The tune reverberates truth and freedom
For a cocoon, there is hope to grow and fly.
New rays, new breath.
The wind, when it blows it puffs.