From Where?

FROM WHERE?

I wonder from where does the wind blow.
To billow out sails on yon blue sea,
To whisper gently through the old pine tree,
To tenderly tease the amber waves,
To whistle haunts through hillside caves.

I wonder from where does the wind blow.
Where does it start and where does it go?
Will it go on forever, and how will I know.
Does it stop now to rest then get up with the sun?
Is it playful or naughty? Is the wind having fun?

I wonder from where does the wind blow.
Blessed or cursed, tornados or breezes,
It comes when it wants and goes where it pleases.
Free to go fast or be lazy or slow,
Oh, I wonder from where does the wind blow.

by Mary Yetter