Like A Soft Wet Wind Poem by Sicelo Sithole

Like a soft wet wind
I bring joy to the young, dancing in the silence of the brown fields
To the old, waiting in the depths of the walls built by this old dry wheat
I dissolve their tears upon the joy of my voice, as I laugh in places where I eat
To the rivers ancient and to the lakes new
I am the master laying softly, in the dreams of this wet wind
I am like a father to all the dews
I am like a soft wet wind, resting in the soils where God rests and patiently builds