In just two lines, Albert Magh compares his own mind to the wind. Sometimes it is mild, sometimes noisy, and the speaker seems to accept that this is simply how his inner life works. He doesn't complain about it or try to fix it. He just notices.
The second line moves from the wind to the leaves it carries. His thoughts are like rustling leaves, scattered "far and near." That phrase suggests thoughts that sometimes stay close and sometimes drift off somewhere distant, out of reach. Nothing is under his control; the wind decides where they go.
The mood is quiet and reflective, with a gentle restlessness underneath. Because the images come from nature, the poem makes a shifting, unsettled mind feel ordinary and even natural, something that comes and goes like weather. The word "rustling" also gives the poem a soft, whispering sound, which fits its calm, observant tone.