ZEPHYR

ZEPHYR

BY: MARICON ANGADOL ATUBANG





You can’t see her coming,

A speed that challenges the lightning,

So respected is her agility,

That no ordinary eye can see,



Feel her soft tender kiss,

That touches your lips and cheeks,

In her presence, trees gracefully dances,

A wonderful atmosphere filled with bliss,



She has a wrath with no compare,

And I warn you not to dare,

For in anger she will twirl,

Around and around, that deadly whirl!



She’s a friend,

You can’t bend,

She’s beside you till the end,

In every race she will attend,



She always run and play,

Whether it’s night or day,

She comes to and fro,

There’s no place she can’t go,



She may turn warm or cold,

As she passes different road,

She crosses different route,

West, East, North or South,



She is the graceful queen of chase,

A winner of every race,

“Tempest”, as others called her

Indeed! She is,

The Flutter,

The Gust,

The Zephyr,

The Wind,