Whereas people walk, they talk as well; Their flight of birds above shows it well, But I am neither man nor bird to move, These are the wind turbines we speak of, Not a man, not a bird. A sort of object. One we can see, if not hear when near; The turbines move when the wind glides, I am just like one of those wind turbines, Moving round and round to no end at all, I let people pass me by to no end at all, I let the birds fly past, not even to care. I catch no one on my turbines through, The one thing I harvest is the energy. We are the energy that makes man talk, The energy... that makes birds in flight. We're moving away, but I am planted still. Not to grow, nor to walk, nor to complain. I am the turbine that moves round, Till no one is energised.