WHO HAS SEEN THE WIND?
Though, I cannot speak for the wind
Who has seen the wind?
Neither I or you
But when the leaves hang trembling
The wind is passing through
Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor i
But when the trees bow down their heads
The wind is passing by
A SMILE APPERED
Silently, I sat by
To listen to the sounds of the world
Of all the voices that touched me most
Were those caught in the angelic wind
For all things have a voice
And the voice for all things speaks through the wind
So, silently I sat and listened
With the salty taste of tear
As the tears touched my upper lip
A smile appear
All the while the wind kept blowing
Secret after secret, revealing to me
If only I could comprehend its wisdom
But that is half the allure
Happy I am just to hear it blow
And acknowledge its influence over my spirit
The wind has taught me many things
Instead, let it speak for me
THE WIND BLOWS
I followed one day a sping breeze at play
It seemed not to know where to go
And aimlessly, I like a bvutterfly
Meandered with it to and fro.
Among bright blue bells, it tried a spell.
Recovering, it picked up speed.
Alongside a rill, I ran with a thrill
Just to know where the breeze might lead.
My heart filled with song as I danced along, careening
through meadows of green.
And then the breeze dove into a large grove, the lovelist
Id ever seen.
No longer a breeze, it whipped around tress.
It whistled while nbeckoning me, and as it passed
through where tall redwoods grew
I was following, wild and free
In that beautiful place, it changed its pace
And got stronger, for the breeze goes
Where study trees thrive. I felt so alive!
I have been to where the wind blows.
WINDY DAY
Blossom floats down from cherry trees
Pink confetti drifts on the breeze
Its windblown
Storm clouds gathering all around But nothing can

Blustery gales turn the sails round Blow me off my feet

Of windmills

Riding the surfboard standing tall WINDS

Crest a wave trying not to fall Swishing

Windsurfers Howling

Like a wolf

WINDY Scattering leaves.

Blowing bubbles feels like fun. Whipping

Popping wind in the sun Around the house

Bubbles singing having fun Like a whisk

Fresh vanilla saying hi Whistling

Saying swaying in the sky Through the trees

Bubble away saying good bye Swirling

Low fly up in the sky A blustery

My my I am in the sky Winter wind

Smiling saying that I can fly

THE CONSTANT WIND

THE WILDEST WINDS The wind that blows the leaves to your front door

The wildest winds The wind that blows the waves on the sea

Twist my hair up The wind that blows the grass on a mountain

Like a tornado The wind that blows on the feathers on an eagle

Above my head The wind that carries the howl of a wolf

And lets it fall Is the wind that sounds like a beating heart.

Loosely down again

The wildest winds THE WIND

Blow my dress Something that I cannot see

Out to the sides Makes a leaf dance in a tree

Makes my hair fly in my face Children swing on lullabies

Takes the vall for me to chase Wind singing in their ears

Here it is and there it goes They play to force away the lies

Everytime the wind blows! Theres nothing left to fear

They tell each other nursery rhymes

WIND ON THE HILL Where beauty never disappears

No one can tell me Theyll lose themselves for the first time

Nobody knows When realities are clear

Where the wind comes from And winds stinging their ears

Where the wind goes.

Its flying from somewhere WIND IS A SONG

As fast as it can Wind is a song

I couldnt keep up with it Of whom and of what?

Not if I ran. Of the swords longing

But I stopped holding To be the word.

The string of my kite People cherish the day of death

It would blow with the wind Like a favourite daisy.

For a day and a night. Believe that the strings of the great

And then when I found it Are strummed by the East these days.

Wherever it blew Perhaps well be given new pride

I should know that the wind By the wizard of those shining mountains,

Had been going there too. And I, of many souls captain,

So then I could tell them Will wear a white snowcap of reason.

Where the wind goes

But where the wind comes from THE WIND THAT SHAKES THE BARLEY

Nobody knows. Theres music in my heart all day

I hear it early and late

CHILDREN AND THE WIND It comes from fields are far away
The wind that shakes the barley. TALKING TREES

Above the uplands drencehed with dew When the gentle breezes blow

The sky hangs soft and pearly The trees are talking, oh so low

An emarld world is listening to But when they start to swing and sway

The wind that shakes the barley. I know theyre shouting time to play

Above the bluest mountain crest

The lark is singing rarely WIND TRICKS

It rocks the singer into rest The wind is full of tricks today

The winds that shakies the barley. It blew our newspaper far away

Oh, still through summers and through springs It chased the trash can down the street

It calls me late and early It almost blew me off my feet

Come home, come home, come home, it sings It makes the trees and bushes dance

The wind that shakes the barley. Just listen to it howl and prance.

BLOW, WIND BLOW I SEE THE WIND

Blow wind blow I see the wind when the leaves dance by

And go mill go I see the wind when the clothes wave hi

That the miloler may grind his corn I see the wind when the trees bends low

That the baker may take it I see the trees when the flags all blow

And into bread make it I see thw wind when the kites fly high

And bring us a loaf in the morn. I see the wind when the clouds float by]

I see the wind when it blows my hair

THE PLAYFUL WIND I see the wind most everywhere.

The wind came out to play today

It swept the clouds out of its way THE WIND

It blew the leaves and away the flew The wind came out to play one day

The trees bent low, and their branches did too. He swept the clouds out of his way

He blew the leaves and away they flew

The trees bent low and their branches did too I saw you toss the kites on high

The wind blew the great big ships at sea And blow the birds about the sky

The wind blew my kite away from me And all around I heard you pass

Like ladiess skirts across the grass

MARCH WIND O wind, a-blowing all day long

The wind is pushing against the trees O wind, that sings so loud a song.

Hell take off ur hat I saw the different things you did

Wothgout asking you please But always you yourself you hid

He rattles the windows I felt you push, I heard you call

And puffs at cloud I could not see yourself at all

Then scoots down the chimney O wind, a-blowing all day long

And laughs aloud O wind, that sings so loud a song!

O you that are so strong and cold

TO A CHILD DANCING IN THE WIND O blower, are you young or old?

Dance there upon the shore Are you a beast of field and tree?

What need have you to care Or just a stronger child than me?

For wind or waters roar O wind, a-blowing all day long

And tumble out ur hair O wind, that sings so loud a song!

That the salt drops have wet

Being young you have not to known

The fools triumph, nor yet

Love lost as soon as won

Nor the best labourer dead

And all the sheaves to bind

What need have you to dread

The monstrous crying of wind!

THE WIND