THE WIND

THE WIND IS GENTLY MOVING THROUGH THE TREES.

CATCHING SUNLIT LEAVES IN IT'S EVER-CHANGING SONG.

THE FLOWERS SWAY, AS IF TO FLOAT AWAY

WITH THE BREEZE THAT ONLY VISITS, NOT FOR LONG.

THE SOUNDS WE HEAR AS BREEZES SOFTLY BLOW,

ARE THE MUSIC OF THE COLORS IN THE SNOW,

HERE IS A DIAMOND, BRIGHT WITH SUNLIT HUE,

AND THE SAPPHIRE'S SOFT AND GENTLY MUTED BLUE.

THE GREEN OF EMERALDS GLISTEN IN THE SNOW,

REFLECTED HUES THAT SEEM TO ENDLESS FLOW.

THE COLORS ALL HAVE LIVED WITHIN THE WIND,

TO RISE AND FALL, AND THEN TO RISE AGAIN.

THE ENDLESS CYCLE PLAYS BEFORE OUR EYES

AND DANCES WITH THE WIND, FROM SUNLIT SKIES.

THIS DANCING, SWIRLING, WHOLLY LOVELY WIND,

HAS COME TO ME BEFORE, AND SHALL RETURN AGAIN

WITH COLORS BRIGHT, ALL NESTLED IN IT'S WINGS,

TO FALL UPON SWEET LOVERS AS IT SINGS.