The wind sings a song
so beautiful to me
that within the breezes
I hear words of melody.

The music it plays
creates a breeze
and this, my mate,
we call a melody.

The wind sings a song
so sweet to my ears
that I wish I could sing
but I don't, for hushing the wind, I fear.

Blowing around nature
as if a dance step.
Each melodic note it hits
becomes more and more romantic.

Sweeping my hair
with it's song of life.
Instantly blowing away
all of my melancholy pain and strife.

My arms sweep back
to feel the beat of the wind's drum.
My lips in tune
to the wind's peaceful hum.

Keeping my head lifted
to hear the tune
in hopes to be captured
soon by you.