Wind, my friend,

Carrying a flower on a breeze,

Loyal to the end,

Whistling with such ease,

Gentle, and strong I depend,

On your playful tease,

Graceful and lovely you bend,

All the willow trees,

The world is your garden that you tend.

Wind, my enemy,

Blowing terrible and cold,

Freezing me,

Gripping me tight in your icy hold,

Sorrow only I see,

Only you would be so bold,

Whipping pines frozen you be,

As they fold,

Broken, they pay the fee.

Wind, where you?

I am no where.

I am here.

I am every where.

I am fear.

I am no one.

I am held dear.

I am Every one.

I am an icy tear.

I am the World.