Highs and lows, ups and downs,
From one position to another,
Breeze and currents all together.
As dust traveling, as the sands of time
I drift with no end in sight.
Through the trees, hills and valleys
My location is never stable.
North, South, East or West,
Moving clouds across the mountain’s crest.
My mood always uncertain:
Calm as the morning cool,
Violent as the tempest’s hands.
Strong as a million, moving as one
Only because I will it so.
For with one strike I can all devour
Leaving man to scurry and scour.
To square one he returns
As I await the violent rebirth.
« return.