Dear Friend, A Poem.

The Wind is a Boy

The Wind is a Boy. He tugs and tussles with my skirt in the wind.

My Skirt is a Girl. Easily placated by the Boy’s effortless yet powerful advances.

The Wind is a Boy. When he sees what he want,s he makes many strokes towards his good fortune.

My Skirt is a Girl. She’s playful with his affection, continuing to guard her inner heart.

But the Wind knows what she hides, And the Skirt knows what he wants.