Kingdom's Wind Poem by Ado Bashir

I seldom often truely see
The unseen souring winds
Walk through my kingdom
In their low traversing flow
But comes that teething time...
When I being kingdom's king
Desire an innate taste to know...
Thus summon all bowing trees
Just near my kinghom's home
To so confess of all they knew
Of the mission of the winds...
Whereon they whisper to me
Of where these passing winds
Will of a certainty go today
And indeed where from once
These winds were coming from...
For I am king of my kingdom's wind.