The wind whispered some words to me <br />In a language so elegant I cannot describe <br />I felt oddly sad sad and oddly in glee <br />But the words forever on my heart I inscribe <br /> <br />It spoke with the trees <br />And carefully beared the leaves <br />On me it was emollient <br />A memory is my emolument <br /> <br />They were words of endearment <br />I don't understand but feel <br />It was an enigmatic enlightenment <br />Slowing down the moment's wheel <br /> <br />Every second seemed to last perpetually <br />For the greater god I am no more an epicure <br />I find my lost self eventually <br />But this wicked evergreen sorrow has no cure <br /> <br />Perhaps it's a problem I should help myself with <br />But surely before my end of wit <br />In this world I have sinned enough <br />Now I have but nothing to bluff<br /><br />vittal vandavasu<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-the-wind/
