Dogs run, in the air they catch,

The charge the energy

As whipping up around the sand,

The spray from waves caught

By this movement, oh so swift,

Darting with speed, it stirs all.

 

The drizzle also sent at force,

As with this masters bid

Is sent here and there

Hence his will with cobwebs

As with all around,

Sent on their way in haste.

 

We feel alive, afresh, so vibrant

Can this be caused, as we can’t see,

By something devoid of form or face

Yet erupts such effect of gladness,

Such joy and raising up of heart,

All this passion,

Behold the Wind.