The Wind

I hear the wind, A-whispering through the trees. I hear it sighing in the grass, And in the gentle breeze.

Its voice is soft and tender, Like love’s most secret song; It sweeps my heart in rhythms Where every soul belongs.

It dances on the river, And sweeps across the shore; It carries tales of nature That whisper evermore.

So let me feel the wind, Its touch upon my face; For in its sweet companionship, I find my resting place.

• Lizette Woodworth Reese