Knows no bounds of ups and downs.
It answers not to the beck and call of emperors
or even the silly whims of simple men.
Its power destroys safe harbors
and turns the seas in great upheavals
Yet it is also by its gentle breezes
it carries seeds
and thus makes new flowers grow.
In a given day
No single mountain may he blow away,
But over time
With power divine
May give shapely
figure to an otherwise bland rock surface.
Thus the Wind is both an act of love
and an active enemy
granting us only temporary serenity
Yet always demanding our utmost respect
lest he get upset
and kill us for lack of humility.