I am the free wind, I blow forever, I stir the waves, I caress the willows, I sigh in branches, I rest, I shiver, I cradle grasses, I cradle meadows. In spring I carry the joy of flowers, In summer I breathe on the sunburned faces, In autumn I chase the golden showers, In winter I wrap the world in laces. I am the free wind, I have no homeland, No walls can hold me, no chains can bind me, I roam the mountains, I cross the lowland, No one can catch me, no one can find me. I whisper secrets to pines and cedars, I sing with rivers, I dance with thunder, I am the breath of the eternal meters, I am the joy — and the silent wonder. I am the free wind, I blow forever — And I shall blow till the stars grow old. I break, I build, I rest — but never Shall I be caged, shall I be sold.
