Zephyr

Zephyr-- he was named after the wind.

A gentle wind.

A calm breeze.

He was a force so subtle 

yet he shook trees.

Every leaf rustled, but

as one unit, a cavalry

pushed back by a single wave of 

him.

A zephyr.

A gentle wind.

He doesn't fly by, but he 

walks.

But maybe he doesn't

just walk, but he 

glides.

Dances?

Skips?

Or maybe he 

swims. Maybe he streams 

through the air like the sky 

was his ocean.

Yes, 

he swims. 

But his name is still Zephyr

He's still a gentle wind.

A calm breeze; yet a tangible force.