The Ode Of The Wind Poem by Julius Lenaiyarra

Blowing, lazily, then hastily
Through the shrubs past the bushes
Over the grassland then to the forest
Down valleys towards the plain
Then thro forest_Caressingly, meditatively
Moving in haste_Sweeping the land
And making whistles in shrubs
Greeting the mirages
And touching the clouds
The winds knows it all
As nature seeks it to sooth
Somehow in a way
The wind is a traveler
Passing over the universe
As it looks at itself
An in invisibility we wonder
At the nature of it
Then it merges
The clouds and the mirages