The Wind

The wind brings us the music of dreams gone by
And tells us the truth of what is no more
It calls to us with echoes and sighs
That speak of the past and what’s in store

Ceaselessly traveling on and on
It has seen the world change and grow
It’s swept over land that’s long since gone
And has seen things only it will know

Listen to the wind, for it knows the past
The growth of man and his unconscious wrath
The wind knows that no feats can last
And only time will carve a different path

It sees the children laugh and play
In youth so full of joy and life
Sees their fates end each in a different way
And often sweet joy turned to strife

It whispers to the struggling mind
That it’s alright, remember your way
That everything will once again be fine
And the earth shall move to a better day

Little is heard of this comforting word
For child turned man listens no more
He heads not the wind – that’s absurd
And casts his eyes from sky to floor

He sees the ground over which he treads
But not the way his path does lead
He knows the fate that ‘most all do dread
And thinks only of his wants and needs

If only he would lift his gaze
To see that not all roads lead away low
He would find the wind to clear the haze
And a peaceful path on which to go

The wind will travel on and eternal last
To guide those who listen ever after
To tell them of the times long ago and past
And carry the echo of children’s laughter

Yes, it is the young whose souls are felt
Through time it is their voices that will give
Those who have in darkness dwelt
Something more for which to live

And evermore shall the children play
Spirits carried on a wind from long ago
Even once the world’s turned cold and gray
And the might of man hath been laid low.