Push back the leaves,
bend the bough round,
make the trees dance
to that heavenly sound.
Joy's in the wind,
hope's in the air,
sweet feels its touch,
for true love is there.
The long grass waves,
the zephyr sings,
the humming glade
with harmony rings.
The wheat bows down,
the kestrel soars,
each in its way
Nature's breath adores.
In mouth and nose,
through hair, on skin,
as the breeze blows
love's carried within.
Christopher McInnes
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-the-wind-told-me-what-the-breeze-said/
