The wind is eternal and ever flowing.
Weak when a gentle breeze,
Passing through the glades of the forest,
Pressing on childrens' faces on a cool, fall day.
Strong when a mighty storm,
Ripping trees from their roots,
Leaving houses demolished and vacant.
Is the wind our friend or our enemy?
It generates power for us through the turbines,
And gives us a fresh breeze,
Soothing our restless minds.
Yet the wind also takes our homes away,
Sometimes even our very lives,
Leaving mankind staggering under its power.
In the end, wind is indifferent.
Wind is neutral, as it is a natural part of the world.
Whether it is weak or strong,
Whether it is friend or enemy,
Wind will continue to flow,
Insentient, yet forever existing.