The Wind

The wind always puzzles me

Whererever it goes, it starts, it flows

The wind is like a traitor, in all its ways

Siding no one but its own

The sails are fortunate if the winds hails with it

But death it brings when it chooses to harm

However cruel the winds are, she cannot be hated

I love the wind for it serves no one but its own

The wind that brings coconut seeds to shore, 

or mango seeds to fields, the wind that teaches

the cornfields how to dance

that tells the animals and dragonflies where to go

The wind that commands the sea.Image

 

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