she is the north wind
carries rain,
clouds and fog
then turns to spring breeze
filled with fragrance
and rose petals

she sits on the clouds' shoulder
weaving songs from sun-rays
the sky dances on her tones
she smiles and the stars melt

moonlight,  In her sweet slumber
winter's sun, once awoken
she shines and I feel warmth
she is my princess and my queen

I tell stories about her
sweet fairy-tales
I'm a crazy man
so wrong am I?
every day,
she is a different story
and I, a different lover

Because,
she is my wind
she blows from east,
and from west
through my tree
all around me

and sometimes
she stands still
in complete silence
my heart stops
a moment passes, a decade
till the spring breeze comes
she sits there, again
on the clouds
singing her song
blissfully ignorant