Let the Wind Blow
The wind we see it, where it is
And where it goes at times
Rustling through the trees
Moving leaves and branches
And when the breeze stands still
You know it’s simply waiting
To summon winds and gales
Becomes a mystery to most
You often feel a gentle brush
Upon cheek or through the hair
When the winds blow furiously
And trees bow, touch the ground
It garners awesome powers
Times astride with lightning
With thunder, rain, and the like
We know it’s up to mischief
We see It topple over buildings
And taking trees right with it
Nothing in its path seems safe
So under shelter wise men go
When we think of gentle breezes
And their purpose on this earth
How the struggling butterflies
And bird on wing seem helpless
Without the wind to lift them up
And carry them in their flight
So come dear wind and blow
Upon the land - we welcome you
And if you must at times blow hard
May we in all those times find shelter.
