The Blowing Wind

There must be a reason the wind blows.

The sun shines so the crops can grow,

The night comes with darkness to sleep,

The leaves grow to produce new life,

So there must be a reason the wind blows.

Is it to clean the woodland floor of leaves?

Is it to blow the dandelions, so the seeds fly,

Through the sky?

Does it blow as a harbinger of winter?

It is possible that something exists with no purpose?

Surely that’d be a waste,

But perhaps the wind blows purely,

As a melody of above,

A voice saying “All is well”

For more features, such as favoriting, recommending, and reviewing, please go to the full version of this story.