Driven by pleasure

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’