Winds
Winds :
There's a wind that blows over summer days,
And the clouds go chasing, chasing.
There's a wind that blows over wintry ways,
And the rains come racing, racing.
There's a wind that blows over midnight hours,
And the stars keep blinking, blinking.
There's a wind that blows over morning flowers,
And the dew lies winking, winking.
There's a wind that blows over city mills,
And the smokes go hurrying after.
There's a wind that blows over grassy hills,
And the children dance to its laughter.
Isabel M. Laird
