Can you see the leaves shake on the trees?
Hear the sound of the air rushing past you?
A formless spectre of momentum,
Sometimes gentle, other times violent,
Eternally moving and irrepressible.

This is the wind,
Happy to teach us its secrets,
Even how to be unstoppable.

What obstacle can hold the wind?
In every case it finds a way around or through,
Never overlooking the simplest route,
Destined for someplace on the other side.