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