Wind on the Hill…
-Master AaryanGajula 8D
No one can tell me,
Nobody knows,
Where the wind comes from,
Where the wind goes.
It is 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 gets blown away with the wind,
From left to right.
And then I found it,
When it blew,
I should get to know that the wind,
Had been going there too.
So then I could tell everyone,
Where the wind goes,
But where the wind comes from,
Still nobody knows.
I can stand still not figure it out,
Where the wind comes from.
Nobody can tell me,
As nobody knows. –