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