“Whither art thou blowing?” said I to the West Wind.
“Such high flown language!” the wind said to me.
“Well then, where are you going?” said I to the wind.
“I am going to the sea.”
“But that’s thousands of miles.” said I to the West Wind.
“Is it that far?” asked the wind of me.
“Perhaps even farther.” said I to the wind.
“It seems but a mile to me.”
“And why are you going?” asked I of the West Wind.
“It’s just my nature.” said the wind to me.
“And what is your nature?” I questioned the wind.
“I see all that I can see.”
“I share my cool breezes and smell all the flowers.
I dance with the leaves.” said the wind to me.
“I fight with umbrellas and play with the showers.
As I make my way back to the sea.”
“Do you enjoy your trip?” asked I of the wind.
“I do.” said the wind to me.
“And what do you do when out on the ocean?”
“I kick up a storm or three.”
“Can I go with you?” asked I of the wind.
“No, you’re far too heavy for me.
But someday when you’re old, build a strong boat
And we’ll dance all day on the sea.”
“Yes, we’ll dance all day on the sea.
We'll dance, just the wind and me."
