The wind 

A cold wind started,

The riot is in full swing.

You can see reflection 

In the wave of lake water.

Branches of trees,

It was covered in dust.

A fly in a birdʼs nest 

It cannot fly.

Traits are in the wind,

They flew without stopping.

Didnʼt remain in own place,

They moved to another place.

From a bunch of trees 

The faces of the flowers were 

flushed.

Due to the anger of wind 

The ground become blue.

From the bite of the wind 

There was a lot of damage.

Since then it has been windy 

Pushed aside 

Niginabonu Amirova