The gifts of the wind

My old friend the wind had flown into my room.
He had been flying many years to our meeting
Since the days of my childhood.

The wind had wished to bring my happy childish dreams to me.
The wind had wished to add me gladness
that I lost among my fussy present days.

The wind had put its beautiful gifts on the table in my room.
There were flowers, leaves, garden smells
and a few cold drops of past rains.

I have taken flowers in my hands…
I have taken leaves in my hands…
I have felt the cold drops of the rains.
They have returned gladness in my soul.

But I could not take the smells of gardens in my hands.
“They are similar to my past dreams,” I told the wind sadly.