An exercise in mood, I hope you find it as fun as I did.

A gentle breeze spins playfully and tosses high the leaves
A laughing wind comes gaily to comfort the bereaved.
The gentle sun is shining before the noonday heat
And the birds all are calling to the morning that they greet.

The dancing wind now revels over meadow, range, and field
And whispers new found wonders that to mortals now appealed.
Luring hearts to follow, she spins upwards as she goes
Promising new secrets in every thing she shows.

In palace and in cottage her joyful song she sings
And bring coolness with her dancing to crafter and to king,
And too the poor old lady bent double now with age
And to the doleful prisoner locked within his cage.

Noonday cannot quench her, nor even stall her dance
And forest, road and, valley welcome where e’er she chance.
With bright sun beating downward forsaking gentle morn,
The wind revels onward bringing relief to the forlorn.

Evening comes to greet her and the lamps begin to light
And still she rambles onward heedless of the night.
As sleep comes to the valley she dances on her way
The moon alone to greet her as she revels on ‘til day.

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