Captured.
The wind sees naught.
Sun and moon view height
with caution for they are not blind
but he gets excitement by onslaught .
The wind hurls harm.
His intent far from aimless
provokes rage in sea\'s breakers
before he deflates them with calm.
The wind works alone.
With heartless rush entraps
folk inside by rattling door latches
while for fun killing fires with smoke.
Yet wind gets captured.
In mill jaw\'s water-wet sails
fiercely he writhes but chained
tightly is forced to turn its paddles.