Zephyr Poem by Israel Ebiti

These numbers i know are of colour green
the digits there-in i have not seen.
I did shout green!
Not knowing what it'll mean
till my lashes blinked cos of what my eyes had seen.
Tornado, whirl and perhaps hurricane
yet so beautiful is the zephyr's calm-
a breeze so sweet
whistling with lilt
singing a tune since long
i had forgotten what song.
Bless my voyage
for long i set sail
and carry nature's message
of hope to the heart's that wail.