Winds blow in Canada and it storms in cold seasons,
it wrecks the fields, the farms, the poor,
nature blows into its whistle,
a climatic phenomenon,
no human hands backstage.
In a land of much more moderate weather,
winds are less natural than they are artificial,
Only human hands against human hands can rise.
Not religion that comes from above.
Only weak, imperfect human hands.
This time, leave us alone.