I'm so sorry for posting this late but didn't see it on time
Here's my entry;

I hear the wind rustling
Speaking, hissing, fizzling,
Whistling, humming, buzzing.
Filling the streets with life, zest and vigour
The sole remover of sweat stress and dishonor

Watching the wind and palm trees, waltz gracefully
I ponder, consider, wonder,
If I could become the wind just for a day,
I would dance with the palm trees,
And certainly drift my pain away