• Looking up towards the evening sky,
    Light cotton like clouds, the
    Summer breeze caresses my face.
    Gentle, soft and warm was the wind,
    Like the melodies of bards playing their lutes...

    That must be it!
    That wind is a long forgotten tune of bards.
    Clear ringing music touch my ears.
    As leaves rustle in the trees,
    Birds and their chirping sing along.

    I've not known this place long,
    But now it is where I reside.
    As careless and carefree as the
    Musical wind, I'll follow it through forgotten lands.
    As like bards themselves,
    Calling the wind my home.