This poem is sort of like a sigh. It doesn't speak; it just exhales. I rather like that. Too many words with too many meanings gets tiring.

In the third line, I think you want "passersby." (Actually, my dictionary says "passers-by.") I also found the slant rhyme between "moving" and "working" a little off with the rest of the poem, but since that stanza functions as a chorus, the pattern makes since after the second repetition or so.

Great work, I like a good ryme now and again. This was a treat.

Maggot.

Very nice, as always! I liked how the poem started out just about a simple wind (or so I thought) and ended with the Holy Spirit. Well done, it was an enjoyable read :) (Yay for summer! and warm breezes!)