I was the wind last night.
I vaulted the river and swam seven mountains,
And turned aside the tall trees guarding the valley.
I caught glimpses of you through the tiny window
as I wandered around the house.
They wouldn't let me in----- too cold a wind!
I hung about listlessly, afraid to call too loud;
Then like a weary man limped homewards over the mountains.
When will I learn the value of stillness?
--- Ruskin Bond