Windsong

The wind is the whisper of our mother the earth

The wind is the hand of our father the sky

The wind watches over our struggles and pleasures

The wind is the goddess who first learned to fly

The wind is the bearer of bad and good tidings

The weaver of darkness the bringer of dawn

The wind gives the rain then builds us a rainbow

The wind is the singer who sang the first song

The wind is a twister of anger and warning

The wind brings the fragrance of freshly mown hay

The wind is a racer a wild stallion running

The sweet taste of love on a slow summer's day

The wind knows the songs of the cities and canyons

The thunder of mountains the roar of the sea

The wind is the taker and giver of mornings

The wind is the symbol of all that is free

So welcome the wind and the wisdom she offers

Follow her summons when she calls again

In your heart and your spirit let the breezes surround you

Lift up your voice then and sing with the wind