There's no telling
Why the wind keeps blowing
Circling around the golden fields of barley and wheat
And through the dogwood trees with their peeling bark
It has to blow all the way around the world
It has to blow the crying clouds over to land
So they can grow the plants and keep them colored
But the clouds don't work as hard as the wind
Sometimes the wind will be pleasant and soft
Gently shaking hands with the flowers
Skipping along the stones in a brook
Carefully tousling the little girl's just brushed hair
And other times the wind will howl
Wailing for the broken parts of Earth
Ripping trees from the ground
In a cyclone of fury and lost hope
But she doesn't give up
Not when great walls and towers stand in her way
She perseveres even when going gets tough
Because the world could end at any time
Yes, I'd like to take lessons from the wind
Yes, I'd like to know how to keep going like her
No, she could not teach me
For a cup
already full
cannot
be
filled
