Beautiful is the wind
That blows within my soul
And leaves the leaves rustling.
Beautiful is the mind
Where kindness grows
And takes within the heart
A very firm rooting.
Vast is the horizon
Where sets the sun each day
Only to bring a new morning,
With bright sunshine along the way.
Deadly are the seasonal clouds which bring rain
Flooding the heart with sorrow and grief
The new day drains it all away
Where losses meet relief.
Destructive is the storm
That blows it all up and over the bars
We collect and recollect,
Till at last we know
What the bad or good things are.
Turbulent are the seas
Where our thoughts are soiled
Lives turned upside down, left in turmoil
The world seems to be coming to an end
But when the worst is over,
Comes a new beginning
With many a things to mend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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