When Wind Waves Move Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

When wind waves move beneath the sky,
there's melody one can't deny;
the birds chirp and sing in the air,
the fishes play in the water,
the setting sun stares with bright eye.

The soft clouds hold the lullaby
of the ocean, as tide is high.
The wide wings above both flutter
when wind waves move.

The heart of the pen won't be shy
in beating to nicely apply
that one word that lives forever;
as thought and muse come together
dancing before saying goodbye
when wind waves move.