Far away in the willow tree The wind sighs ever so soft, While above the blue and moonlit sea It bears the clouds aloft. Sometimes I hear it as it moans Across the desert, bare; Most oft I hear it's sweetest tones Whenever you are near. It howls in gales so swift and strong, In tornados and hurricanes, As ever so swiftly it moves along Until it's awesome power wanes. It blows in trade winds, gentle and warm, Across the balmy sea, And, though it oft does men great harm In it the power of God I see. Blizzards whine across desert and plain But winter changes to spring, And I feel the gentle breezes again, As warmth and happiness they bring. To my darling wife I write these words And send them with all my love; Carried on wings of lovely birds As they fly in the wind above. By L. B. Strawn Spring, 1975 |
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