The Wind

Sometimes, the wind
takes a ride on the back of an eagle,
Flying between the dark clouds,
Telling the people
Thunder storm is on the way.

Sometimes, the wind
roams over and shakes the heads of the wheat,
From village front and up the hill.
Telling the people
Harvest time is coming.

Sometimes, the wind
climbs up the bare tops of the trees,
keeps on whistling coolly,
Telling the people
It will be snowing soon.

Sometimes, the wind
skis across the frozen river,
Pushing the windmill to sing,
Telling the people
This is the first song of Spring.

(base on a Chinese children poem by 徐魯)

[2009-5-1 08:24 PM]