• The wind will play a song in the morning
    On it's silver flute
    Whistling
    Through the trees

    The wind will chill me tonight
    Cool me in the summer
    Snow on my face
    As storms rage

    The wind will make art today
    Creating autumn scenes
    As leaves change colors
    Red, Orange, Yellow

    The wind will blow everyday
    It will tickle a baby's cheek
    Put a smile on a couple's face
    And blow my ashes away