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