You merrily perched on the rusty swings
swish and swoosh, swish and swoosh
Up into the sky you soared,
Back down to the Earth you came

You merrily jogged down a grassy path
whish and whoosh, whish and whoosh
the morning breeze caressed your cheek
and you silently listened to the wind speak

Wind is the mighty roar of a hurricane
it is the fearsome howl of a tornado.
Wind is the growl of a raging storm
it is violent, vicious, brutal and cruel

But wind is the whispers of a spring morning
that promises of new growth and life.
Wind is soft, tender, placid and peaceful
it sweeps away all signs of war or strife