On Windy Days On windy days The breeze carries The secrets of trees Their fastfull dreams And past memories of Woolly Mammoths Sabre-toothed tigers Gigantic butterflies Peculiar insects And strange-looking things. On windy days When trees sway I hear the trees murmur Of things that can’t be said In normal language understood But in the language spoken By all these creatures unseen Veiled by the breeze and dreams In vast corners of Earth where Flowers and mountains kiss. On windy days Trees talk of my secrets Of what their eyes see — My cosmos pulsating My astral body brightening Of ghosts walking in my home Of the mist, and the buzz they hear, My secrets go in faraway lands Falling in ears of the sages Thanks to the breeze and trees. On windy days You should listen carefully To what’s been whispered To the messages they bring On large deployed wings With breezy translucent feathers The offerings of trees and winds To us that walk inside of this dream With our eyes still close, dreaming That trees sway on windy days. -Eiravel-
a coconut tree swaying in front of a mountain range,
scenery that has inspired so many poems
that I’ve written about wind and trees.