Wind on the Hill

No one can tell me,

   Nobody knows,

Where the wind comes from,

   Where the wind goes.

 

It’s flying from somewhere

   As fast as it can,

I couldn’t keep up with it,

   Not if I ran.

 

But if I stopped holding

   The string of my kite,

It would blow with the wind

   For a day and a night.

 

And then when I found it,

   Wherever it blew,

I should know that the wind

   Had been going there too.

 

So then I could tell them

   Where the wind goes . . .

But where the wind comes from

   Nobody knows.

~ by A.A. Milne