Wind

Every tree asks the wind to take its seeds far

A forest full of them live in harmony, not war

They don’t care where their seeds fall

As long as at least one becomes sturdy and tall

The wind is ready to carry our deeds

Far and wide, they become our seeds

As long as we don’t long for their fruits

They are for strangers with their own roots

The wind is not required to stay

It keeps the sky company, night and day

But for them, the earth would remain dry

Turning us into sand, as life’s alumni

If we allow the wind to blow within

We turn into quiet forests without the din

When silence pervades far and wide

The ropes that bind will forever be untied