Tzafrir

In lands of old, where stories unfold, There danced a wind, so gentle and bold. Zephyr, they called it, a breeze so light, Whispering secrets, through day and night. Zephyrus, the god, with wings so grand, Guiding the zephyr across the land. From west it came, with a soothing touch, Caressing flowers, it loved so much. Oh, Zephyr, Zephyr, how you would blow, Through meadows and valleys, to and fro. Carrying scents of blossoms in the air, Tickling the grass, without a care. Children would giggle, as Zephyr passed by, Their laughter carried up to the sky. With gentle gusts, it would play and tease, Whirling and twirling, through tall trees. So let us remember, this zephyr so kind, A friend to nature, a whispering wind. In European tradition, its name will remain, Zephyr, the light wind, forever in our refrain. Random page: Bkurengel