Vanessa's poem is only three lines long, but it holds a whole small story. A single blade of grass is carried off by the wind, and it goes "without a last breath," as if it has died quietly, with no final struggle or farewell. Grass is something ordinary and easily overlooked, which makes its departure feel both gentle and sad.
The title, "Unfortunate Wind," suggests the speaker sees the wind as a kind of unlucky force, though the poem leaves it unclear whether the wind is cruel or simply doing what winds do. The phrase "winds of destiny" hints that the blade's fate was never in its own hands. It can't resist, so it floats.
The mood is quiet and resigned, with a soft sadness rather than anger. The speaker seems to watch from a distance, accepting that some things are simply taken away, and noticing the small loss anyway.