The Wind

The wind is a sad soul.
She cries and howls running through the trees.
She dances in the moonlight and dives into the sea.
She grabs at your hair and stings your eyes, you shelter in your home and silence her cries.
But when summer rolls around she tumbles through the flowers, she brushes against your skin, you could play with her for hours.
The wind is a sad soul, she's lonely and unheard. 
She wants to be loved and to be able to sing as sweet as a bird.