Mystery Winds
Who knows?
Who knows?
No one knows
Where the wind goes
From where it came
Or where it goes
No one ever really knows.
Picking up leaves
And bits of papers as it goes
Making sea waves and tornadoes
Children flying kites
And putting on shows
While the yellow sun
Scorch their little wet nose.
Then September leaves
And winter snows
The wind grows and the wind goes
Over the oceans
Like a huge mouth that blows
Sailing boats rocking to and fros
But still the question remains
Like nails on my toes
Who knows?
Who knows?
Where the wind goes.
Author: Kevin Grant
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