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 should tell them
Where the wind goes...
But where the wind comes from
Nobody knows.

A.A. Milne