Talking To The Wind

Tell me Wind, That flies so high, Where you go and travel, why? Blowing here and whistling there, Like a soul in great despair, Causing havoc when too strong, Sweet and cool in summer morn, As you travel endlessly, Blowing so incessantly, What's the purpose of it all? Wind that sings and travels tall. Wind one feels but cannot see, As it blows the waves at sea, Ships a trembling crazily, Wind so strong can carry all, Moaning, blowing, Spring and Fall, Mystery of Mysteries, Giving movement to the trees, Always traveling, traveling strong, Never resting, never home.