Wind (2003)

Wind, there is power in you rooted in the heart of difference,

That rustles the grasses so finely,

Whistles in crevices,

Producing sounds ethereal.

You sweep the world,

Excite the senses;

You skim the scum off stagnant pools,

Blow down the dying leaves.

Blow down the ripe fruit,

Carry dust in clouds,

And snow crystals in whirling devils,

Make old houses creak.

You power windmills,

And lift flags,

Push sailed ships forward-

Invisibly there, and heard.