In the spring I arrive as a gentle breeze
With the summer I have my moods
In the autumn I am stripping naked the trees
With the winter my heart is an empty room
Yes my name is the wind
I carry the albatross all of his days
Coming and going wherever I please
And nobody knows my ways
My song I am singing within the chimes
My fingers are strumming the notes in the leaves
Caressing the fields of the full grown wheat
As the rolling waves of the anxious sea
At times, a victim of slander
For showing no mercy to those lost at sea
though I carried their prayers to the heavens high,
Their deliverance was not a matter for me
Hear my beacon of no return
As I howl through the treacherous glen
Many press forward in spite of the dead,
Yes my name is the wind
The careless have cast their fate in my face,
And so the cold wind blows
Some I am leading to dreams coming true,
Others must carry a heavy toll
A red balloon rises to make an escape,
I must cause it to dance and wave a goodbye
The child must trade a tear for a smile
For I cannot bear to see innocence cry
Yes my name is the wind
Bill Cantrell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-not-so-cold-wind-blows/
