The Wind I saw you, wind, so soft and free,
As you danced upon the sea;
You played with every ship that passed,
And filled their sails; you were so fast!
On mountain tops you whispered low,
And caused the tall trees to sway to and fro;
In valleys deep you whistled loud,
And scattered leaves from every cloud.
O wind, you sing a sweet refrain,
Through echoes of both joy and pain;
You move the hearts of those who roam,
And lead us ever back to home.
- Robert Louis Stevenson