Wind

I have been watching her since long, Sometimes she moved like a child, Sitting and getting up moving again Touching my heart, she's sexy but mild, Saw her violent, lightning and thunder, I grew up with her and saw her too wild, Seeing me afraid of her she brought For me, on the skies a blackish toy, A magical toy that changed its shapes A beautiful gal chasing a naughty boy A tiger hunting a deer in the forest, When lost her heat, imagine my joy! The child threw his shirt and trousers too Exposed him completely to the showers Welcome, welcome sweet pleasing winds I surrender my whole body for your bowers The river falling from the flying mountains Touched everywhere, softer than flowers!