The wind,
it whips through me as cold as ice,
and as cold as the sea,
and the wind it travels so viciously,
seeking destruction,
and urging on the raging sea,
and the wind, it tries to knock me off my feet,
as I stand upon the hill between the trees,
but the wind it pays barely any mind to me in its urgency,
and the wind,
it winds its way through the hills to the villages,
to the towns and the cities,
and dances through the streets in its rapidity.
And the wind, the wind it knows not where it goes,
but amongst nature,
it shakes the world with an elemental force,
and no one will capture it,
for it plays upon the earth,
so wild and free as a child can be.