What Does the Wind Say?

Among Airways, All, I

Breeze, and Bow and Be

Currents and Channels,

Drifter bird's Dance

Effortlessly , Eagerly,

Freely. Often Furious, I

Grow, Gale and Gust!

Heed my Huff, my Hurry,

Increasing, Igniting my

Jubilant Joy! I Jet! I am

Kissing flowers, Kicking

Leaves, Landing, Leaving,

Making Moves like a

Nomad, Naming and

Owning my

Perpetual Path

Quietly, Quickly, I

Rummage 'Round, in

Serpentine Swipes atop

Trees with bird Tunes.

Utterly Unseen, I

Vow Victory, Velocity,

Waltzing and Watching

'Xcitedly, just to please

Your yearning for

Zen.