When a wind from the east
Blows soft, a world gets revealed
As it slowly lifts the veil of mist
That has dark night concealed
When a wind from west
Blows cold and opens a bud
From behind hills light emerges
Falls on earth in a massive flood
When a wind from south
Blows soft and twists frond
A shiver runs down the spine
At thickening of whistling sound
When a wind from south
Blows soft and rattles the door
It wakes up the dreaming soul
To get engaged in its daily chore
Copy right @ Tiku 25/06/2015
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Wind blows from different directions evoking different feelings. The words flow smoothly and nicely.