Summer Wind

Wind, oh wind come to me give me a symphony, all for its pleasure feelings of inside treasure. Nothing though for sure only here for a while, with my heart to allure in each of its style. Wind, wind go around into each coming hour, shadings deep found with every little flower. Nothing though will stay only verve and going, in its hour's day play of every day in glowing Wind, the wind of coming dances of to and fro, from bloom to blooming as the days on go. Touching every feeling in its day and beat, thoughts playfully stealing as the moments meet.