Like a gentle whisper through the air,
You may not see, but it’s always there,
Always seeking, always discovering,
New shores far beyond the horizon.
It travels on a breath, on a word, a whim,
On its journey, it sees many things,
The ancient dragons of China, the coliseum of Rome,
And then, the adventure ends with home.
When angered, it can be your fiercest enemy,
I keeps you cool, the greatest irony,
Picture the wide, wonderful world in your mind,
The wind has traveled everywhere, it leaves us all behind.