"How could we be so cruel
as to put it to work?
The wind has not a mother,
nor a father--not even a home!
All it has is the sky for a companion
and the leaves of tall trees for a voice."

"No, brothers, this we cannot do.
We must find work
from the waves in the sea,
or the coal in the earth,
but let the wind blow however it may,
free and unharnessed as it has
from before time and as it will
long after we become moss, and rot, and earth."