Zephyr wind blowing easy and warm,
Where do you go?
Do you blow until you meet a friend?
Exchanging leaves and dust.
Dance around until
Your return, you must
Circle back through an unseen path.
Or perhaps you change your name
And become cold and harsh from the North.
Until reaching another boundary
And become a southerly trade,
Or a perhaps a nor'eastern.
So many winds with so many names.
Are you many or are you one?
Blowing the whole world over
Reaching all corners
Like an Nemo's giant squid with arms spread.