In this big wide world, a few things,
are the things that cannot be seen.
Amongst them the most gentle,
is the wind too uncertain.

Sure it gives a sense of eternal peace ,
but sometimes does a bit of mischief.
The phenomenon of nature, so inanimate,
it makes me forget all my painful grief.

I can't compare you to a demigod,
but for sure, you are a preacher.
A preacher who preaches the priority of life,
and pretends to be a pre-cautious wanderer.

Oh wind! You're without a faithful destiny,
'cause you're the destiny of your own.
But I'm so sorry for the things we've done to you.
Hope you forgive us humans. I mourn.

But don't ever cease blowing sins off this world,
I said you're a soulful preacher so agile.
You're perky, lively, calm and sinless.
Wind, I feel you. Flow by me, and make me docile.