Lo! Glorious wind, she blows
Spreading jubilation among the souls.
The wind of promise and repose;
Of Nature exhibiting a vital role.

The wind blows past her ruffled hair;
At time of dusk she looks up and stares.
The wind is gentle as if singing a prayer;
Soothing the burn of her rushing tears.

Gentle whispers of the wind;
With Nature has a perfect blend.

Hear the wind rustling the leaves;
Calming the senses when no one believes.
The wind tapping against the window;
Humming along the song of willow.

 

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