Lost windy weather
Who knows where the wind blows
where it comes from
where it goes
where balloons and kites will drift ‘till gone
Planes will fly as it passes on
while sun burns ground
and resevoirs dry
and scarves and papers float on by
On windy days
leaves rustle in trees
and boats drift on crest wind misbehaves
This mighty force uncontrolled
does as it please’s not as it’s told
Where does it begin
Where does it cease
What is it’s purpose
What direction it’s peace
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