Listen to the wind, he has a lot of stories to tell. Tales about heaven and the heat of the hell. He travels around and witnesses joy and sorrow and he never knows what he’ll behold tomorrow. Sometimes he churns up the sea and the lakes and he beats that stormily so everything breaks. The wind plays with the birds wafting in the sky as they enjoy the game and they’re flying high. But sometimes he just plays gently with our hair and touches our skin with meekness and flair. And when we are crying he wipes off our tears. He dries the teardrops until our sadness clears. He also chills us down on a hot summer’s day coz with a balmy breeze he blows the heat away. The wind plays with the birds wafting in the sky as they enjoy the game and they’re flying high. He also scatters the plant seeds for miles around so that new life begins and grows from the ground. And he sends our dreams far away on the scout So it’s high time to set sail and to start out. The wind plays with the birds wafting in the sky as they enjoy the game and they’re flying high.
