Flying wind

The wind start to fly,

Over land, trough, the sky,

It’s feeling the freedom it is.

Make waves on the lake,

Make leaves start to shake,

Say farewell to the clouds with a kiss.

It plays with the sun,

When time starts to run,

It whispers its name in your ear.

A melody, its name,

And it’s never the same,

It’s a song that none can hear.

A story untold,

A breath so cold,

Can’t you hear it when it call?

It asks you to play,

But what do you say?

You do not answer at all.

But it’s used to this,

It is what it is,

When it’s flying on angel-wing.

When it fly with a bird

It’s one of the herd,

Together they all start to sing.

To speak without voice,

It was its own choice

To be able to be with the sky.

It’s the only rule,

Its freedom, its soul,

Guard when the wind starts to fly.

The soul of a child

So happy and wild,

It’s dancing with the winter snow.

It’s free, it can fly,

And will never die,

And trough all time it will never grow.

An immortal young

With a voiceless song,

Careless laughter, never to cry.

Give it a chance,

Watch it dance,

A childlike angel, the wind will fly.