The Thunder of the Awakening Wind

The thunder of the awakening wind
Trumpets throughout the world.
Through my soul and around my head
The curling thoughts are hurled:

The wind has come to sweep away
All the debris that is left behind.
The dawn of a thousandfold brighter day
Is riding on the wind.

The thunder of the awakening wind
Breathes spring into my heart,
And waters all the flowers that grow there
Into blooms of hope and art.

The wind has come to grow now things
In a world where winter has thinned.
The blossoms of a thousand glorious springs
Are riding on the wind.

The thunder of the awakening wind
Has filled the world with song.
Let me only pause and listen once,
And thunder-music runs along

My bones, my blood, my soul, my feet,
And swells roaring through my mind.
A thousand musics of glory sweet
Are riding on the wind.