A Gust of Wind
--By Charlotte
I want to be a gust of wind;
Set off from an unknown corner,
With the dewdrop in the early morning,
And the aroma of herbs and flowers.
Passing through deserts, mountains and rivers,
Flying over the wonder.
To the snow mountain,
where the beautiful lotus blooming ;
To the grassland,
where flocks scatter as white blossoms on the green
To the forest in the fall,
where leaves are dyed in yellow and red;
To the spectacular ocean,
where spindrifts jump high to embrace the lightening.
Mountains stop the birds with upset face,
while they can’t prevent me from passing ;
Falling cascade catch the small boats,
but I fly over the water as I am willing,
Nothing’s able to restrain me,
As long as I set my mind free.
I pick up a golden leaf,
Dancing in the setting sun,
Trop across the haze in the field,
Left songs along my trace,
When the lark starts her first cry for a new day,
I visit blooming garden, silently
Kiss the paddles with love and kindness
And sweep out the tears of roses and Lilies
--However, the gardener with keen eyes
will never discover me
For no one opinion would add weight to my burden
I am a gust of wind
Floating in the world lightly
I am the wind, a gust of wind
Who's born in the arms of the nature
Nobody tells me why I am here
And no one force me to somewhere
