Child of the Wind

Walk down the path of the wind, my dear child.
It races and runs through lavender halls,
Passing the flowers which your heart enthralls.
Twisting through tree tops, it is hard to trace,
Yet it has chosen you to give it chase.
Dash over the placid, cool blue water,
Watch the wind dance in thunderheads over
Whipping prairie grasses no longer mild.

The spinning wind has got you beguiled,
And you are destined to follow it now;
If you find her nest, no one may say how.
The world only knows that your heart is drawn
To your mother, the wind, who waits at dawn
For her child to come and leave the world wild.