Blowing Of The Wind

I felt the blowing of the wind As it enters my soul from deep within It entered my soul, and wouldn’t let go It is the wind from where life begins. The wind, she is known by all man, And from whomever sits or walks or stands For the wind is known, when she has blown And when she is silent, the world is alone. The wind, it is mans friend As I journey through the world of men, She strengthens my soul, and she wont let go So upon her breath, I will forever hold. The name of the wind, I will call her friend As she enters my breath, from deep within She surrounds my soul, and takes a deep hold And I pray that never will she not let go. She is the breeze, I do believe From the steps I walk. and from the air I breathe, When she touches my face my sorrows are erased, For she is the wind, the mother of the breeze. Randy L. McClave