It travels across the seas,
the mountains and the trees,
passing through villages
and great modern cities

Its gentle touch
is like a lover's caress,
soothing and comforting
a troubled soul laid to rest

It makes me grateful
on a hot, summer's day,
when the heat is intense,
making me sweat all day

When it is erratic and violent
it's a force to be feared
as it devastated the cities,
inflicting a million hurts

While mortals remain helpless,
caught in its blind rage,
forced to pick up the pieces
of a life that has gone to waste

Such is the nature of the wind..
When it is graceful, it's lovely
When it is violent, it is madness,
it is cruelty