Have you listened to the wind?
then you know its song
melodies that no one knows
to you alone belong.

Have you listened to its cries?
then you know of sorrow
moans that whisper in the air
that no one else can borrow.

Have you heard its quiet thoughts?
when you're stopped and still
upon the meadow, soft at dawn
or high upon a hill.

Have you heard its breezy sighs?
that ruffles through your hair?
that soft and lingering embrace
on a day that's sweet and fair.

Have you listened to the wind?
did you hear its message clear?
all right's with the world
that you and I hold dear.