My parents came from the valley
From beyond the distant hills
That is all they ever told me
With questions, my mind did fill

Born and raised on an isolated beach
I knew of no worries or woes
When idle pondering did finally reach
The question of how the wind blows

I asked my parents if they knew
And my father handed me a knife
He said the cities might hold a clue
For answering questions about life

He said the wind has always blown
He did not know how or why
Such knowledge to him was never shown
The thought only makes him sigh

He gave me strange clothing in which to dress
He had kept them stored away a long time
Then he did pray for my soul to be blessed
Using strange words like law and crime

“Millions of people abide in each city
And live until they die together
Surely you will learn words like pity
For I doubt it has gotten any better”

I said “Tell me father, if you will
Where can these cities be found?”
He said “Go and climb over the hill
And you will see them all around”

I put on the clothes my father gave me
To cover up my body from sight
He said wearing them would save me
Where nudity is not thought right

Taking the knife, its use still unknown
I set out to find the rest of mankind
Without whose culture I had grown
And whose culture I was soon to find

The first sight came from the top of the hill
And my mind was stunned in awe
Ignorance did make my thoughts stand still
I was astounded by all that I saw

Monsters I later learned were machines
Roared curses into the skies
I witnessed their part in many scenes
Where paved architecture lies

As darkness fell the city was lit
By street lamps and neon lights
For the first time my spine was hit
By chills from unknown frights

In mindless courage I crept up near
To peer at the wondrous sight
And bent my ear in wonder to hear
A siren that wailed in the night

The people hurried through the street
Silenced by the monster sounds
Never stopping for another to meet
Though others were all around

At first I thought they were in a race
Like running with father on the shore
Weariness showed in many a face
Like they barely could run anymore

Hurrying so fast, they must miss a lot
Limited to the degree that they see
Without knowing what they have got
And despite their money, it is free

Awestruck at the edge of the town
I was fearful to walk through
Afraid of what was seen all around
But curious for a closer view

Deciding to chance a walk on the street
I came barefoot from the sand
Bruising my feet on the hard concrete
And I could not understand

What substance is this that replaces sand?
Where one cannot walk or lay
Who claimed the right to kill this land?
What do all the rest have to say?

Suddenly appeared a truck, then a car
Rolling on rubber, down the concrete
I wondered if this road went very far
What demons have built the street?

Gaining the attention of a man walking by
I showed him of my bruise
He laughed and said that I should buy
A pair of walking shoes

I asked of the shoes he talked about
He said they were gotten at the store
The site of the store, I tried to find out
He pointed to a building’s door

I entered to be met by a man called clerk
Who said he would help if he could
I told him my feet on the street hardly work
He explained that with shoes they would

So I learned to walk in leather shoes
But shortly I was arrested for theft
Not knowing money or about its use
Without paying for the shoes, I left

I was taken by men in matching clothes
Who all acted and talked the same
I asked how long until one knows
How to play such a complex game

Nobody answered but with a frown
And not understanding, I smiled
Locking my hands, they took me down
And said charges would be filed

They took me to a building for a trial
I told them what had occurred
They said I had to go to jail for awhile
I left without saying a word

Unaware they had done me wrong
Until they locked me in a cell
And then it did not take very long
To judge it all to be a hell

The city had locks on almost every door
On windows and most every gate
With walls growing out of every floor
Seeming to divide and to separate

Invisible walls inside men’s minds ·
Made it difficult to communicate
Love was stifled and hard to find
Replaced by fanned flames of hate

I watched as human beings walked
Each going in a different way
I listened as human beings talked
All different in what they say

Many seemed as though to complain
According to words they would tell
It seemed as though they were in pain
Yet their bodies appeared quite well

Born to live on the wild seashore
In a Garden of Eden type scene
I should not have looked for any more
After knowing what heaven does mean

Eagerly I hoped, awaiting my release
Time moved slowly, but finally did reach
I fled directly to the freedom and peace
Left so long ago on my father’s beach

I still do not know how the wind blows
But I am certain that it blows for me
And for every soul that rises and shows
We were meant, like the wind, to be free