When the wind blows
the air might be shapeless, colourless and odourless
but the winds, they always have something to say
something to. convey.
Today's wind told me about the coming rains.
they howled to stop the incoming threats.
they sang song with the wind chimes.
then they brought the smell of wet mud as it rained.
just like yesterday
the only thing that has changed is that
they no longer carry the scent.
they no longer carry the sound of the voice to your ears
Familiar and yet so strange,
I guess that why they are called
Winds of Change