Wind sweeps fields without a crown
Touches wheat yet settles down
Never owns a single leaf
Still commands each golden reef
Quiet presence shapes the land
Power hides in open hand
Freedom hums through whispering reeds
Greatness lives in humble deeds
Trees bow low before its pass
Mountains listen to its mass
Even oceans change their face
Wind leaves truth in empty trace
Strength needs nothing to proclaim
Power pure refuses fame
Become breeze through every door—
Influence asks nothing more