Magical relationship between the wind and greenry around...

Unquenchable Friendship

Oh what a reunion! when the mighty wind calls upon its beloved friends,
The trees, grass, flowers, sense, feel, hear his arrival by the distant sound,
Ebullient, they dance, wave, sway in glee, their fragrance, in love, they send,
Waiting to share in whispers, with their long-awaited friend, finally around!

Gently he strokes, as he walks around them, a touch with lots of care...
Oh my! where to begin, for so much to tell, express and share...
Alas, law of nature, the wind must go on, so little time amongst beloved, so unfair!
A whisper here, a gentle touch there, a song for a few, time flies, unaware...

As he departs, slowly moving on, his friends clamber together, in herds,
Clutching him, whispering, wailing, for a few words more towards him they bend...
But the wind moves on, leaving behind umpteen unsaid, unheard words,
A group of friends, awaiting his return, and at having met him, content.