The blow of air is cold
The slow in it's motion makes me bold.
It comes and goes like fun
Waiting for none.
The leaves are in motion
Due to air's notion.
They are swinging from left to right
Including the tress which are in a great height.
The cold air's sensation is very good
As it can correct an angry man's mood.
The environment is in peace
Feels like lying on a lonely beach.
The air went from one place to another
In a fraction of second
Its happens like a trip to grandmother
Which was held in the weekend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a natural start. Thanks