When the Buddha was just a child,
he would speak with the wind,
on one occasion he asked the wind,
"Why can't I see you, my friend?"
at that instant,
a pinwheel appeared, floating in the arms of the wind,
the young Buddha lifted the pinwheel high into the air,
admiring the brilliant whirling,
the colors spinning with magnificence,
"Can you see me now?"
the wind whispered,
and the young Buddha replied,
"No, but this is pretty cool."