The Wind

I felt the blowing of the wind As it entered my breadth from deep within It entered my soul, and then wouldn't let go It is the wind, from whence life begins. The Wind she is know by boy and man And whomever sits, or walks or stands For the wind is known, when she has blown And when she does not, the world it moans. The Wind, she is my friend As a boy journeys through the world of man She strengthens the soul, when she has blown So onto her breadth, I will forever hold. The name of the wind, I will call it Kim As she enters my breadth from deep within She surrounds my soul, and will not let go Kim, is the name of the wind. The wind is a woman dear As beautiful as the stars painted in the sky And when she sends her kiss, Men then wish And the boys just kneel down to cry. The Wind she is my breeze I do believe From the steps I walk to the air I breathe And when she touches my face, my sorrows are erased For she is the wind, and the wind, she is my breeze. Randy L. McClave