(Denver/Henry)
The wind is the whisper of our mother the earth. The wind is the
hand of our father the sky.

The wind watches over our struggles and pleasures.
The wind is the goddess who first learned to fly.


The wind is the bearer of bad and good tidings, the weaver of
darkness, the bringer of dawn.
The wind gives the rain, then builds us a rainbow, the wind is

the singer who sang the first song.

The wind is a twister of anger and warming, the wind brings the

fragrance of freshly mown hay.
The wind is a racer, a wild stallion running and the sweet taste
of love on a slow summer's day.


The wind knows the songs of cities and canyons, the thunder of
mountains, the roar of the sea.

The wind is the taker and giver of mornings, the wind is the
symbol of all that is free.


So welcome the wind and the wisdom she offers, follow her
summons when she calls again.
In your heart and your spirit, let the breezes surround you.

Lift up your voice then and sing with the wind.