Wind blowing
where are you going
taking our leaves and branches
as you tear across the world to the north, east, south, west,
are you hoping to find your place, your home?
but you never stop, never cease,
you restless creature of change.

Leaving behind
your signs of detritus,
you race on, waiting for heat
or for cold to tell you where to go next,
steering, tearing and bringing rain and drought,
the power in your driven life is greater
than our daily lives, as you wander,
moaning and longing for change.

The world moves
from slowness to speed
with tectonic plates grinding in centuries
as our planet spins through the void at great velocity,
but we feel you, the wind who spans our earth
with your energy of change,
never ceasing currents
of energy like the
unseen water of
our lives.