Invisible Blanket

The wind enveloped me in her arms;
I saw it travelling throughout the farms.
It is unseen, untouched, but felt;
wherever she exists, the fire melt.

She travels through my hair,
and makes my heart lovely and fair.
She carries the heavenly scent,
and the poet's words that went.

With her, the dead leaves ride;
they experience a greater pride.
She carries them to the other side;
they lay waiting for another ride.

With her invisible hands, she revives flowers.
Such a lovely gentleness! Such great powers!
She is such a beauty; she needs no colour, no form;
but when she is in rage, she becomes a storm.

She uniformly directs the raindrops.
She is wise; she directs them to fall on crops.
She holds onto the cables and swings frenzily;
she savours the delight very happy.