Mighty Wind.

Wind told some stories I am coming from the east I have gone to the west I have traveled to the south And I am travelling to the north. Wind tells its experience In the three directions I saw Something disturbing to my eyes Against humanity, justice and peace. Wind tells its story I am sad sometimes I am angry afterwards I fight in my power You tells the destruction story. Wind tells its own glory It can wipe out the chemical gas That pollutes the world That kills the world Which is destined to keep safe. Wind boasts its own might It can reduce the havoc When it is supposed to strike the world But avoids the catastrophe Wind tells its truth There is no the mightiest There is no the fittest There is no the strongest All are the hallucinations of mind Or the thoughts of mindless ones. Wind told a secret I carries the cloud Strikes to the mountains Meets the trees of tallest ones My experiences of world no one can imitate I am a perfect power always And a messenger of peace in my own terms.