The wind without form

The wind has no arms,
No legs, no eyes to see,
Yet marches on through villages,
Cities caught in silent spree.

Unyielding, it lifts roofs to flight,
Leaves and branches bend and weep,
Mother Earth bows low in reverence,
Begging mercy, quiet and deep.

Yet this wind, with no mouth to speak,
No ears, no legs to stride,
Whistles warnings to all creatures,
Urging them to run and hide.

Take refuge from the wrath it brings,
With force, it marches on,
Making mansions quake in terror,
Till the calm of dawn is gone.

It ridicules the shallow mind,
Man's wisdom, frail,
Not until heaven’s libation pours,
Can peace return? Can silence speak?

Whoever thought this gentle breeze,
So calm, so soft, so free,
Could unsettle all the world,
In a furious, wild decree?

As strong as any giant’s grip,
Yet still, it can not be held,
The wind, with no form, no face, no hand,
Its power remains untold.

The poem is written in free verse. It is a poem of seven stanzas with an end rhyme throughout each of the stanzas. In the poem, the wind is personified as a force without physical attributes—no arms, legs, or eyes—yet it exerts a tremendous influence on the world as it moves through villages and cities causing destruction and instilling fear in the mind of the people and animals around.