In the wind we play,
wreathing in the air.
Our friends, the clouds, make faces at us as they look us down.
We move in circles,
you can hear our laughter no matter how far you go.
When it's time we take our leave,
our parents tell us not to climb the trees.
So we sit there at night,
when all the stars are bright,
now the moon, bright;big, who is no stranger to us, smiles warmly down.
As dawn approaches we are all wet,
we have fun in the sprinklers.
Then the wind picks up again,
and as grass, we all go through another day in the breeze.
