Wild wind, that moving spirit
Crossing oceans, deserts and plains
Where all hear it, and so many fear it.
You gently blow natures seeds in spring,
Or shout and scream on a winter's day
Where tall trees buckle and wildly swing.
Where autumns falling leaves start to rustle
When you are gentle, kind and soft, yet
When angry blow with fury and hearty bustle.
Tall sailing ships can buckle and bend
As you flow over the Earth's oceans and
Create mighty tempests that's no one's friend.
Yet you cause the fragrant scent of flowers
To drift in the air with their delicate aromas
With softness, such are your gentle powers.
You have no eyes, nose or ears or body,
But blow strongly both hail, snow or rain,
You are a free spirit of all you embody.
Oh wind you can drive the gentle rain,
Or blow tempests and hurricanes of such great
Destruction, you have such free rein.
We all submit to your mighty power,
You are the supreme tameless spirit
To whom we all have to bend, even cower.
We pray to you for help in time of need
To fill our sails, to cool us when hot,
To blow, or not to blow we often plead.
Wild wind, you are a free spirit indeed,
Mighty and strong yet soft and gentle,
Your strength and power will always succeed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem