Slowly and gently,
The wind walked past.
Whispering into my ears,
The secrets of the world.

Slowly and gently,
The wind flew past.
Making the trees salute,
Its invisible grandeur.

Slowly and gently,
The wind strolled by.
Calmly and secretly spreading,
Hidden silken fingers.

Quickly and swiftly,
The wind moaned by.
Speedily and briskly,
It chased the setting sun.