The Wind Sings To Me

I hear the melody of the past through the wind it chimes

Like the doves with a message and a ribbon in their beaks it is love

Softly, gently through the morning sunlight it carries me through the day

The wind sings to me its every note is from far away and near its life

And then its death but not lost it carries its tune to the next tree to the sky

Where they meet and together sing through the clouds and it carries me

To you and the wind makes love to my heart to my cheek and to my eyes

The wind sings to me as we remember the past and the present each song

Each wind will pass us and then rest for awhile, then move on again to bring

Another love another memory another being with its calm and freshness a birth