THE SONG OF THE WIND

THE SONG OF THE WIND

Now I am the wind with my body of air,
Now I am the wind and I rush everywhere.

Yes, I am the wind and I roll through the sky,
All the leaves shake and tremble as I roll on by.
When I come from the ocean I bring with me rain,
Then I come from the desert with dryness again.

And I drive the white clouds through the sky as I fly,
And I flap the wet clouds that were hung out to dry,
And twirl all the fallen, dry leaves with my swirling,
And I raise the dry dust with my hurrying whirling.

And I ripple long grasses in waves as I pass,
And I bend all the trees with my furious blast.
And when I am friendly the birds ride on me,
As they glide through the blue sky so light and so free;
But when I am angry, I rage and I roar
And I break off the branches and rattle the door.

Now I am the wind and I blow and I blow
Wherever I go, yes, wherever I go.