The wind whispered some words to me
In a language so elegant I cannot describe
I felt oddly sad sad and oddly in glee
But the words forever on my heart I inscribe
It spoke with the trees
And carefully beared the leaves
On me it was emollient
A memory is my emolument
They were words of endearment
I don't understand but feel
It was an enigmatic enlightenment
Slowing down the moment's wheel
Every second seemed to last perpetually
For the greater god I am no more an epicure
I find my lost self eventually
But this wicked evergreen sorrow has no cure
Perhaps it's a problem I should help myself with
But surely before my end of wit
In this world I have sinned enough
Now I have but nothing to bluff
vittal vandavasu
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-the-wind/
