the strong wind

The strong wind blowing
Bending the weak plants and trees
Kissing it as it travels through
Giving no respect as it takes

The poor holding it on the ground
Firmly established never wants to give way
The wind seeing it blowing harder still
Yet it can’t uproot it has to blow its pride

The whirring songs
Telling them to let go
Joining the wind traveling in high speed
Along the continents tasting the seas

The locals never want to go
The wind force them yet it can’t
Huffing hard challenging the stubbornness
Finally the wind gives up
Enough of its nonsense