Soughing through the meadows,
waves of stately grass swaying to your squally weaves.
Playing through the treetops
swinging them to your fantasy;
diving down,
breathing music into the withered, dead-brown leaves,
raising them from their gravey bed –
the summer wind in its mischievous dance!

Gold of the shining sun
lighting up the wind’s fairy wings –
a phantom dancing frantically.

Dead leaves
waltzing up to the heavens
in a majestic whirlwind!

O summer wind,
‘vigorate my wings with your arcane breath;
hitch me to your wings,  
take me to the exotic lands you graze!