The wind

This finds it's way across,
the world on its own,
the wind finds no loss,
as it likes to be alone.


It is not as alone as it seems,
as it gets occasional light,
from the sun with it's beams,
though the wind sticks to low height.


It gets company,
from life on Earth,
and it definitely sees,
every new born's birth.


It is the wind,
so powerful,
with no enemies at all,
so blissfully masterful.