No roads to tread,
No streams to cross,
With knolls much below it,
The wind blows on…
Proud, I must say,
It snubs us all,
Invisible yet unignorable,
The wind blows on…
As comely as a zephyr,
As fierce as a tempest,
Driven by pleasure,
The wind blows on…
This post is in response to The Daily Prompt – ‘WIND’