The Tree said to the wind,
What do you seek every hour , every day
The wind replied in subtle words,
” Nothing ” and flew away.
The tree was envied by her movements,
Cried ” oh what to do
The wind blows without reasons and I ,
can’t even move when I wish to”
The wind which had flown miles by now,
Started to cry out of gloom,
‘I seek nothing, but cannot stop,
Unlike the settles trees that bloom.