Windsong

Wind is the whisper of our mother the earth Wind is the hand of our father the sky Wind watches over our struggles and pleasures The wind is the goddess who first learned to fly Wind is the bearer of bad and good tidings Weaver of darkness, bringer of dawn Wind gives the rain, then builds us a rainbow The wind is the singer who sang the first song Wind is a twister of anger and warning The wind brings the fragrance of freshly mown hay The wind is a racer and wild stallion running And the sweet taste of love on a slow summer?s day The wind knows the songs of cities and canyons Thunder of mountains, roar of the sea 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