The Happy Wind

Over the mustard fields where The yellowish flowers bloom and flourish The cool wind does not forget to tarry And with caressing touch let the flowers nourish Over the serpentine streams That flow lazily creating a musical sound The cool wind gives a loving touch And in boundless mirth moves round and round Over the deep mango grove The wind tarries to smell the raw flowers It then flows towards the garden To tease restive butterflies flitting over bowers Over the clusters of huts it stays To watch the country folks work and sleep As darkness falls across the lands The happy wind moves towards the ocean deep