Zephyr

It whirls and twirls around and 'round it goes
It weaves and dodges, over, 'neath and through
And where it stops, well no one really knows
But if it stops it tells a story true

Of lands afar and knights of bravest deed
Of midnight rides and damsels in distress
And other tales of people and their need
Who's rescues are effective, more or less

Beyond these tales, but closer to the home
There are stories of generosity
Of selfless love no matter whats to come
Of star-crossed pairs, a curiosity

Surpassing all stories, as if a dream
Are images of land and mountain range
Of jungle, river, forest; they all seem
To be unreal, to be mystic and strange

It flits and plays along until the end
The breeze, the storm, Zephyr, the gale, the wind.