The wind that blows in gardens of flowers
Has a lively scent
Just like those happy flowers that bloom
Whose fragrance, to air, is lent..
The wind that blows across the graves
Has a deadly calm
Just like those who sleep within
After lives of storm
The winds that blow across the fields,
The winds across the seas
The winds that blew on battlefields
And later witnessed peace
In the changing world of men
The wind, oh, does that change?
When everyone runs after gold,
Is drifting randomly, strange?
The flowery scents and deadly calm-
To wind, oh, neither belongs
It merely spreads, echoes the place's
Joyful and morbid songs
The wind and I are much alike
None anger me nor annoy..
For, when you're sad i'll empathise,
With you, I'll smile in joy..
