The violent wind

Those fluffy cotton like clouds,
Floating lightly in the sky;
Moving from this side to that,
As the violent wind pass by.

Those lush green herbs,
Standing firm in the field of rye;
Moving from this side to that,
As the violent wind pass by.

Those grains of sand
In the desert bed calmly lie;
Moving from this side to that,
As the violent wind pass by.

Those drops of water,
In the heart of the ocean lie;
Moving from this side to that,
As the violent wind pass by.

Those dead leaves,
Lying on the roof of the building not so high;
Moving from this side to that,
As the violent wind pass by.

A restless bird,
Flying in the heart of the sky;
Is being disturbed
As the violent wind pass by.

Disturbing wind, not so mild,
Keeps disturbing anything that lie;
Moving from this side to that,
As it pass by.