I softly move across the night, 

Kissing the leaves as they cling on tight. 

Brushing over the sea and waves, 

Bringing white ripples near the rocky caves. 

I gently flirt on the sandy beach, 

Making a blanket beyond your reach. 

What mortal men look at as blinding dust, 

I sift through its recesses with thirsting lust. 

As I move on the cliffs and far away, 

I cause the grass to gaily sway.

I am the voice through the leaves on trees, 

I am whom they call the gentle Breeze.

I see the clouds turning dull and grey, 

The sun’s feeling tired and is yawning away. 

I turn up my volume to create sight and sound, 

To herald in news that Rain’s coming around. 

I toss up the dust, I hit the waves, 

Create a commotion that brings roughness to caves.

I rattle the windows and cry through the locks, 

An eerie whistle that a trembling child rocks. 

I hasten past trees and pluck off their leaves, 

I gush past the humans lifting skirts and sleeves. 

For me its fun, and its all a game, 

Wayward by Nature and Wind is my name. 

I love to lead the life on the edge, 

Moving so swiftly breaking every natural pledge. 

Ripping every promise I made for good cheer, 

Breaking many hearts causing many a tear. 

Doom and destruction is more my middle name, 

With clouds and rain I gather such fame.

I can tear down houses and uproot trees,

Cause a mighty shipwreck and strew around debris.

When all is over and the sun’s out to play,

I am mild and gentle with name Breeze to say.

I glide past destruction with agility and ease,

Not paying attention to the multitude of debris.

For I am part of nature,

Just doing my rounds,

As designed by the Creator,

To create air, sight and sounds.

I breathe life to the world around,

I bring ease to the scorching heat that’s found.

I kiss every wound and dry every tear,

I now become the most pleasant voice to hear.

But I have ways of the wayward wind, 

I doom and destruct but I haven’t sinned. 

I create a small ripple that turns into a wave, 

Its all part of nature, a gift the Creator gave. 

I move through by valleys and over the hill, 

I forcefully turn through the power windmill. 

I toss a small pebble and can move a rock, 

I fly through an airbase and hide in a sock. 

I am but the wayward wind you see, 

I am restless, naughty, wild and free. 

I have no boundaries to any sight or sound, 

I change by the minute as I move over ground. 

I love living life on the edge, 

Without emotions to drive a wedge. 

I have no feelings, I have no heart, 

I am part of Nature just doing my part. 

Life is nothing with me you see, 

How I came here is but a mystery. 

I live in the present, I lived in the past,

I’ll live on Earth as long as life would last.

I am but the wayward wind and breeze,

The source of life that moves through trees.

I contribute to life in that breathing art,

I am here forever, never to part.  

By Anisha Achankunju