The West Wind Poem by Vinaya Joseph

Upon the zephyr's breath, a whisper flies,
A gentle kiss that paints the azure skies.
It weaves through trees, in dance with leaves so light,
A melody of freedom taking flight.

In whispered secrets, tales of distant lands,
The zephyr carries dreams in soft commands.
Through meadows green and valleys low it glides,
A silent messenger on unseen tides.

It whispers secrets of the ocean's deep,
And stirs the soul from its tranquil sleep.
With every gentle caress, it sings,
Of endless possibilities on fleeting wings.

In whispers heard by those who pause to hear,
The zephyr speaks of love and all that's dear.
A tender touch that stirs the heart's desire,
An echo of eternity, a breath of fire.

So let us cherish every fleeting breeze,
And dance with joy beneath the swaying trees.
For in the zephyr's song, we find our way,
To peace and beauty in each passing day.