Blowing In The Winds Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

As the wind blows

I knew of a man who could see the wind
As it came in from the sea, a mass of air
Bluer than the sky and he also knew when
it ended getting paler and blowing like
a zephyr inland.
There is always a wind blowing
somewhere on the planet this to circulate
the air we breathe to make it light and clean
and free of pollution and methane gas
of cows in Holland.
Sail ships needed the wind to trade
Overseas and to explore new continents
Now we have windmills that circulate air
But otherwise are an eyesore, a blot
On the landscape.
If you are in doubt ask Nietzsche.