Subarashi Kaze--Poem, G

[Tsukasa Futaba]

Wonderful Wind

Mite (Look),
There is a nice breeze,
carrying your hair,
along the air.
There is no sound,
'cept for the wind's blow,
which declares a peaceful and wonderful atmosphere.

It carries a wonderful passion,
that is hellbent on declaring it's peaceful nature,
and any who dare to stop it,
will face dire consequences.
There is a smile hidden behind those clouds,
a smile hidden in the wind,
and a smile hidden somewhere inside you.

Why won't you bring it out?
Share the joy you have just as the wind does;
you will feel refreshed and feel ready,
to take on any gale thrown at you.

Wind can be the softest breeze,
which tosses your hair around and makes you smile,
bringing happiness or calm to your silent moment.
It can help throw away all those problems,
giving you a silent shoulder of comfort.
Within this, lies an airy feeling in your chest,
like as if you have been elated to the point,
you want to fly.

Wind can be a sorrowful cry,
dragging raindrops here and there,
and in your face if you are unlucky.
There lies only sadness deep as dark as the ocean,
but hope even wider than space.

Kaze (Wind) can be a malicious storm,
which throws trees back and forth with warning,
and killing things like a serial killer.
It brings calamity to all who hath invited it's wrath,
and is never sorrowful of sending its deserved punishment.

Look,
There is a slight breeze,
that seems to carry over the waves,
and control them with ease.
There is a cry of hollowness,
that threatens to envelope the world,
in steering the direction of tears.
There is an angry decree,
that justifies the winds harsh punishment,
and brings nature back to balance.

"What is it?",
Should you ask?
Why, it is, the,
Wonderful Wind.
_________________