My mind rides the wind and the wind is truly free
but even the wind is subject to a greater freedom

She holds her breath and all is still
and then she blows through the myriad rooted

Across the world of Man who enslave themselves
and do likewise to their fellow Man by acts of delusion

Wind has travelled all and still will not be tamed
her freedom is her gift and it will not be taken from her

She shouts her words silent as night loud as day
but not everyone will hear her or listen to her wisdom.