North, East, South, and West
The wind shall come with it's best
Blowing, gusting, shaking the trees
Making people weak at their knees.
Trees squeal at it's might
The force is out of human sight
Soaring through the sky
Sounding like an old man's sigh.
Through the air
and through the trees
You cannot conquer
what you cannot see.
We call on the wind
Of the wind's soliloquy
and we cannot control
What our nature holds.
Sometimes with wind brings rain
The rain you see, the wind is free
But the wind still blows while rain still flows
On the nature's whim we cannot hold.
So the wind is set free
believeth what you see
or what you feel,
the wind blows, with eternal zeal.
