That beautiful wind flowing fast through the trees, it cuts through the flesh and tears open the heart.
How can it be, that it’s in vigour is so real, it’s just a happy wee wind that is young, full of sprite.
The freshness and touch began right from the start, pure and so sweet with a future
Let it flow, too and fro, through the soul and the bones, dress well and protect, it could take all your best.
Its time will end, when the seasons change and bend, never mind where it has gone, it a mystery of long.
We build and we block, lands that normally were not, the winds go astray in a different confused way.