Let the wind blow through your maple brown hair,
As you stand in the open, with a spirit so rare.
In the whispering breeze, a dance you share,
With nature's gentle touch, in the open air.

Your hair, like autumn leaves, a golden hue,
In the embrace of the wind, it comes alive, it's true.
With every rustling leaf, a story to declare,
Let the wind blow through your maple-brown hair.

As the sunlight filters through the canopy of green,
In this tranquil moment, a tranquil scene.
With grace and beauty, you're beyond compare,
Let the wind blow through your maple-brown hair.

In this harmony with nature, you find your place,
With the wind as your partner, in a gentle embrace.
With each gust that swirls, and every loving stare,
Let the wind blow through your maple-brown hair.

So in this union with the elements so grand,
May you forever find peace, where you stand.
With nature as your canvas, and the world to share,
Let the wind blow through your maple-brown hair.