The Wind

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
Even he
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.

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