I softly close my eyes inhaling the wind in adoration
Strokes of heaven brush my lovely face
Splendid, satisfying streams of the touch of angel wings
Have surely come to greet me in this place

My flowing hair of silken ebony is lifting in the breeze
Reaching up to touch the hands of the wind
Adoring the strokes of heaven, brushing every strand
Welcoming each touch, again and again

Slowly opening my eyes, of the deepest emerald green
I look to find the face of the wind
Yet nothing do I see, but the briskly falling leaves
Adoring the strokes of his hands

I must take my leave, from this lovely wind I so adore
Leave his strokes of heaven in this place
The briskly falling leaves, have all taken him from me
I can no longer feel his hands on my face