In green lustrous pastures
Where the joyous bird chirp
To sound of delight raptures
let me dance with the wind
Floeat me to snowclad hills
Where the valley’s silent deep
To sounds of silent thrills
Let me dance with the wind
Take me to where earth spins
Where the nomad land flies
To sound of swirling sand and spins
Let me dance with the wind
Blow me to a river brisk
Where the lady bends and turns
To sound of waves taking risk
Lets me dance with the wind
Take me to some far off land
Ful of beauty and shine
Where the wind hold my hand
And nature play the flute
Where the flowers are in bloom
And thrushes sings the chorus too
At such a place dear
Let me dance with the wind.
Poems are the essence of life! They are the wild thoughts that were penned, woven in the fabric of words.
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