The Wind

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