No one can tell me
Nobody knows
Where the wind comes from
Or where the wind goes
No one can tell me
Nobody knows
Where the wind carries
The white winter snows
No one can tell me
Nobody knows
What the wind whispers
To black feathered crows
No one can tell me
Nobody knows
Where the wind comes from
Or where the wind blows.
i loved your close relationship to the nature.. the wind? great observation and wisely choose... yeah you are right none knows but God. there is a wisdom in its moves and its silence... it whispers to us about that wisdom but a few who know its language.. thank you for sharing such a great poem.. keep it up!
Loved this one John. It felt as if the wind was blowing me as I read it! Great work! 10 love Karin
The wind is moving all around me and I wonder where. Fun to read.
The jaunty rhyme and rhythm of the form belies (enhances even) the deeper rationale of the subject matter - a real pleasure to read. S :)
A very graceful and touching write, reminded me Enya songs in its beauty of simplicity. Thanks for sharing with us. Yelena M.
Short and simple. It almost makes me look at it as a kind of playful riddle that's just personal opinion not sure I can explain my reaons why I think that.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi John - Excellent structure - rhythm (will recite at our poetry reading) and rhyme a perfect poem. The wind is very elusive and it moves the Air around the planet through uneven warming of the Planet creating of areas of high and low pressure. It has many many meteorological functions and plays a key role in maintaining equilibrium in atmospheric composition to allow the life processes in the biosphere. Remember none of the gases in the atmosphere escape they just circulate due to differential heating by the sun causing air circulation (wind) . Without the gaseous atmosphere there could of course be no wind. V 1 Planet Earth has just the right atmospheric composition to sustain life so in essence the wind owes its existence to the earth's chemical composition. V 2 By a miracle of its own existence the snow is carried and deposited in the Mountains - which makes them good for skiing! V 3 The way in which Gaia (The Living Earth - communicates with all the Flora and Fauna - except perhaps Man - is a bigger mystery) Study Native American Folk Lore and you will learn how Brother Wind communicates with Brother Crow to their mutual advantage. That's how GAIA works! I am an Environmental Scientist and I encouraged my students to write poems like this to question the wisdom (so called) of Modern Conservation Science. The Native Americans treated natural things as an integral part of their tribe and thereby revered and protected their natural habitats. Since the Industrial Revolution - Man has exploited and polluted the Earth irreversibly and despite Kyoto he is doing too little too late. Thanks for the poem a gem - alas I can only score it TEN. Yours in poetry - JOHN.