Said the weeds to the wind, “Must you be so strong?
Must you blow and blow and show your power, right or wrong?”
Said the grasses to the wind, “Must you lay us down
By pressing us, bending us and sending us to the ground?”
Said the trees to the wind, “Thank you for the breeze!
We stand so stiff, rigid, still until you blow us trees.
It’s nice to stretch and dance and prance, for us you blow.
If not for your breeze, the trees would only stillness know.”
Said the wind to the rest, “I blow at His command.
It’s not to harm you or bless you, but to obey our Master’s hand.”