Secrets Of The Wind-inspired by Sara Teasdale poem

The winds secrets

The winds are blowing in the sky
Their secrets I ask before I die.
Let me know the things
That I must do.
To keep my love forever true.
Soft summer wind sailed
from the distant ships
Whispers
lay no kisses upon his lips.
The autumn wind
from the blowing west
Breathed
Lay him no comfort
on your soft breast
Gales did billow
from the east
Of all your loves
treat him the least
An icy wind blows
from winters north
With a cold heart
send him forth.
For when you are
more cruel than he
Is when your love
will faithful be.