So dusty and cool, you are beautiful as snow.
I was admiring right from the time I see you flowing.
What a world will be without you?
What a time we will live without you?
I need not many from you but your images would make me good.
I am glad to see you moved, I am flying when I see you go.
Stories always Carries that your breeze are always cool.
I am always happy to see that you are always good.
Come to think of it, would I be able to take photos of you?
Would I see you even if I want to see?
Why is some of the things we like not always enough?
What can we do to get enough of the things we love.
The beauty is you, our flowing wind.