The Poet And The Wind

He mused, he found He asked the wind 'Tell me dear friend Formless, colourless Odourless by nature Yet Soothing soft When you breeze You're colourful On leaves and flowers And scented too You are strong Enough to play with Rocks and mounts Oh, what lovely ripples You create on river You become that of Each thing on Earth And so wise you become Breathing through me too I do wonder...' 'Stop, stop Mr.Poet No wise you It's my wisdom To have held You fit' 'Ah catch it' Continued the poet So wonderful you're I agree But tell me, The tempest, turmoil Your other face..why' 'Simply like your verses' Saying the wind Swept away swiftly Puzzled poet Striking and correcting Then after repeatedly