A warm feeling of love
The wind moved in all its spectacular ways,
Set free stirring leaves blow round,
Whispering breeze murmurs, the wind blows her breath ,
Silent through the tree branches ,it blows and its sway,
Takes every one of the leaves and flies them so high,
I felt the air on my hair,
Goodness! it was the spring wind,
Grasping each minute ,I took after the spring breeze at play.
It appeared to be not to know where to go.
And, heedlessly, I wandered with it back and forth.
Heard the wind whispering your name my love,
Come to me dear ,be with me,
Into the void of loving windy wind.