The Wind-Singers

The Wind and I are one.
We drift and sing together,
Leaving small traces that we've ever been there.
I can feel lost at times.
Not knowing where I've come,
Or where I'm supposed to go.
She's with me though.
Shifting, in a comforting manner,
Lifting me high to see, feel the warmth of the sun.
Gliding, cooling me off when his rays become too fierce.
What would I ever do without her?
Always there, waiting,
Waiting for my call of need and friendship,
Health, light, she's an endless gift given to me.
How shall I ever repay her for caring for me so?
I follow her everywhere,
Trying to figure ways to give, help, love her and show how much I do.
We tell stories and tales,
Remembering memories that seem to have disappeared over the years,
And turn up decades later.
Wind is a beautiful thing.
As soft as a rose petal,
Drifting amongst mellow waters.
Bright and fulfilling,
Always knowing the right thing to do.
She's shared,
By millions of children like myself.
You probably know her too.
Or her sisters;
East, West and South.
Many have heard of them,
Trying constantly to bring unity to our world.
A rather hard thing to do these days.
Us; the Wind-singers,
Chime and bellow for you to join and respect the work of the Compass Winds,
I call for you to vivify and love our duties (now may shall be yours),
For the Wind and I are one.