Wind Ii

Come, Soaring, wings of wind Without captive care, Past forest fern and – Brush Break, Over silent skies, Your bold, beating breath, Like roaring rivers – Rush Fly, Freely o’er land, Lapping little streams Of meadows green and – Lush Fall, From your sapphire sea, Diving down to dust; Drum percussions deep, Crescendo loud, then – Hush