F.2 - Poem 11

Wind on the Hill - Listen

No one can tell me,

------Nobody knows,

Where the wind comes from,

------Where the wind goes.


It's flying from somewhere

------As fast as it can,

I couldn't keep up with it,

------Not if I ran.


But if I stopped holding

------The string of my kite,

It would blow with the wind

------For a day and a night.


And then when I found it,

------Wherever it blew,

I should know that the wind

------Had been going there too.


So then I could tell them

------Where the wind goes íK

But where the wind comes from

------Nobody knows.