Who has seen the wind as she goes?
Through trees around mountains she blows,
Whisks leaves how they rustle and fly,
Moves heavy clouds across the sky.
Hear the wind howling she wails in her flight,
The owl floats upon her in dead of the night.
Feel the breeze cooling the heat of the day,
Wafting the fragrance of summer away.
I see the wind blowing the snowflakes on high,
Its cloak forms a blizzard as the wind sweeps on by.
Yes I see the wind, I hear as she moans,
I follow the path that she whistles along,
Her endless meander the windy trail home.