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.
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I remember this poem from when I was a child, yet I never really pondered on the relevance of the poem. The rhyme is very simple.
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My school will be singing this song for our winter chorus show. im guessing our instructer mixed up and fumbled with the words a bit. but this is a beautiful song. -
very touching
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this poem can touch the hearts of others. It was the best poem I have ever read -
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Ryan: Look at this poem through the eyes of a young child. it's a question that almost every child would ask at some point.
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just beautiful!!!
From guest hoihoi (contact)
it was so beautiful i cried. it is even better in the song -
I must read this to my Neice!
She asked me that same question yesterday -
Nothing hard about this poem at all . A facinating read for all ages. I love it all.
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great peom... i love it so much... i think i'll marry it
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I think it is a very pleasant poem. It reminds me of a walk in the park. I truly understand the deep thought expressed...where does the wind come from? By the way, dabear, it mine
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After reading so many philosophical poems I did click on this because I thought i would find Winnie the Pooh and Tigger and maybe we would relax for a while in the hundred acre wood but here the wind is blowing as philosophically as iqbal wa asking the sun a while back inhis poem the crescent
"Where is your home? To which country are you going?"
For milleniums humans must have asked these questins till only in recent centuries it became clear. and yet do we know when the wind carresses our cheeks or tugs our hair who it is going to touch next. lovely poem.
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beautiful rhyme
very simple, logical and melodious.
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