Slow rise of emotions
our hearts lift
gentle breeze whispering to the trees
sunlight begin to drift.
What secrets are they trying to tell?
trinkling so softly
comforting our souls
feeling that gentle caress.
Can't you hear?
the wind's call
through the rustle of leaves
blowing past our faces.
The path it is taking
just like our fate it races.
A song it sings
melody in the morning sun
and evening star
telling us to keep going
we've come this far.
With all its allure
life is too entralling
Can't you hear it?
The wind is calling~