Small on going bursts of cool wind ever fighting,
Racing one another flowing through the still air.
No where, the destination of a path care free.
Grasping all for moments lost in the lightest snare.

Unable to hold or be held, clinging to nothing.
Touching for mere seconds while swiftly passing by.
How sly, never seen yet still lacking eyes to see.
Not possessing of senses to concoct a lie.

Abnormal appendages forever searching.
Flailing around recklessly appearing random.
Formed from the figures of each creature, stone and tree.
Following an odd beat which is also the drum.

Everlasting beast suited not for trouser wearing.
Fearing not a misconception of real self value.
But true to the being as a being can be.
Directing the lives of more than a simple few.