Blustering and bellowing loudly
as it strolls behind proudly
Huffing and puffing furiously
Like an outraged baby
Its furious black inky face
A volcano ready to explode
Wondering why as I listen to it cry
It creeps past
whooossshhhh (a gentle breeze)
the bright golden sun suddenly apears and wind is gone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem