The wind is invisible,
it has no master,
it shifts its course without reason,
tearing down more than building,
it blows where it wishes,
you hear its sound,
but you know not whence it comes,
nor where it goes.
Swaying trees in a gentle embrace,
guiding clouds on their endless trek,
whispering songs the mountain never heard,
caressing it with soft undulating strokes.
It roars across the high mountain,
frolics with flowers in fleeting calm;
its power both wild and soothing,
echoing chaos and chorus at a whim.
It moves me without asking why,
a restless call beneath the endless sky.
I do not know where it comes from,
and it leaves me wondering where it goes.
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- Comment from author about the poem: I live at the foot of a mountain, where the wind sings its restless song. I hear it whisper through the trees and watch its quiet work unfold. I love the way it moves, caressing the flowers with gentle strokes—but I have also seen its fury in hurricanes.
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A lovely poem of nature and all its majesty. Wind that they call Mariah that blows across all the earth from pole to pole knows no boundaries over prairies , mountains, seas and canyons. A beautiful work.
Thank you! I'll be reading more about Mariah. The wind has a life of its own. I see it's move everywhere. We all do. Thanks again for your comment and for reading my poem.
The wind indeed displays many marvels. From a gentle breeze to unchained fury that devastates all in its path. It can uproot trees in seconds. At sea, it can propel sailing ships on their journey, but also wreck them and sink them when it unleashes hell. (It can also sink steel ships, of course). After doing so, it resumes its cool Air like nothing happened… Anyway, we think that what we post on the Internet will remain forever. But, what provisions are there for the database to be preserved when the site will close down ?...
All might be Gone With The Wind…
That’s why I publish my books in hard copies and give some copies to universities and public libraries to be kept as archives. Soman Ragavan. 25.5.2025
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Thank you for reading my poem and commenting. And I appreciate the information you shared.
A Lovely write of nature and its mystery. Depending on the mood the wind is in, determines how it blows, enjoyed the read
Thank you for reading my poem, much appreciated.
You are very welcome
So beautiful! Takes me back to my ancestral homelands.🙏🏻🕊️
Thank you, my friend. You mentioned "ancestral homelands". Where are you from?
From Australia, ancestral homelands refers to mixed heritage from various continents, which require lengthy travels in pilgrimage.
I see...
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