The wind blows cold and sure outside my bedroom window,
the song of my twin chimes rings out the song of the air.
Breathe new life, breathe old ways, enlighten yourself again,
be not afraid for the wind is new hope and brings life once more.
And my chimes sing and dance as the wind plays them,
delicate strokes and yet harsh notes mix in majestic chorus.
And the leaves dance as they dance in circles across the lawn,
once they were green, now red and brown and gold, but gone,
yet their sacrifice gives life to the soil, so patiently waiting to enrich.
So the song of the wind plays through the window to my chimes,
then a lull as he draws bretahe to sing once more, audibly sweet.
The clouds sail by on their journey to who know where, but fast,
learning that the soil is expectant yet will wait once again.
Then through the darkness the wind bares the trees finally, gone,
no leaves yet we dance through them as we walk in his face again.
And the chimes sing out loudly, sing out sweet, be patient and sing,
so we must be patient and sing, for the wind is life and air is heaven sent.