My whispering wind!
Oh! The way you blow!
Past me, seed feathers
you do send.
Your gentle presence with
me, you let me know.

You blow the leaves to
the children's delight.
You play with the baby
bird's fear, on their
first flight.

With my head hung down
and I'm feeling low.
Upon my neck a warm,
moist feeling to let me know.

You lift my spirits
up so very high.
In my ears, you put
your gentle sigh.

Even in thought I feel
the squeeze of your soft,
yet strong arms.
Remain in my spirit, even
in your absence protecting
me from many harms.

You can make me feel
like an eagle gliding
in the high breeze.
Or like the richest and
most blessed man with
your encompassing squeeze.

Yet, you may unpredictable
blow causing in me ardor.
Still keeping me secure
from fret, providing just
enough of a safe harbor.

Looking into your eyes
I can see where that wind
comes from, you know.
I know where it ends up,
with a final gush,
completion's final blow.

During the night, your
sounds keep me secure
in every way.
Upon dawn the feeling
of that presence, always
provides me with a bright day...