Feel soft fingers of wind
Brushing, teasing across your face,
Twisting gaily through restless leaves
Urging tassels of color into the air
Traipsing across the ground, rising
Falling past branches, dancing past trees
Singing sweet notes, listen, listen!
A whistling serenade
Charming, phantom voices
Sweeping by, dancing, twirling
Through your hair, through the forest
Voices of wind, whispering a promise
We are alive and one with the world
